published

Two copies of my first print publication arrived today. This pantoum was published in the all-women’s literary journal PMS poemmemoirstory #4: With Talons   Driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes say nothing, read everything out of me. I find your whisper at my neck overwhelming. My breath, a gust out of me.   Say nothing. Read everything. Out of me you take what you want; your lips are always overwhelming my breath. A gust out of me and I reach for you with talons.   You take what you want. Your lips are always painful to watch when not on my body. And I reach for you with talons, with everything, but I come up empty.   Painful to watch when not on my body, driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes with everything, but I come up...

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Posted on 18 May 2004 | 4 comments

spampoem: go|two|days

Perhaps it’s just me getting such a huge kick of spammers delivering poetry ideas to my inbox. Here’s an E.E. Cummings one. I changed only one letter. three bills a PILlow price souper vighagra go|two|days|nonstop|LAD|IES|LO|VE|IT

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Posted on 19 Feb 2004 | Comments Off

spampoem: is on fire

I kept threatening to remix some of this crazy spam email I’ve been getting that is just pages and pages of random words. However, it wasn’t compelling enough for me to do … until I got this fantastic spam email the other day that was actually comprised of full phrases. Phrases that made absolutely no sense, mind you, but full phrases nonetheless. Gorgeous. So here it is, my first spam email remix poem. Please note that none of the phrases have been modified in any way; I just added spacing and cleaned up the grammar and spelling a bit. Enjoy. Share. Find the beauty in spam. Is On Fire Whose silver clock falls or her daughter’s fancy caw is angry. Their silver tall bra runs. Any given small printer calms down or our well-crafted mp3...

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Posted on 17 Feb 2004 | Comments Off

vow of silence

“It often shows an excellent command of language to say nothing.” – Karol Newlin if in the words i have chosen i have offended it is because i do not know how to unsay them if in the words i have withheld i have broken what cannot be repaired is my silence my cells are still the same cells and my blood beats the same as it ever has but how things have changed between us and how when i know you can i not know what to say can i be at such a loss my tongue and teeth a bridge between what you want and what i need as a child i made a promise i pretended to sew up my lips with invisible thread i pretended to lock up my lips with an unseen key but there is no more needle and no more lock and the promise forgotten left unsaid if you believe in my...

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Posted on 10 Nov 2003 | Comments Off

Leaves

The autumn is difficult. Unnecessarily tied to the leaves, I am drawn to step on the ones curled into fetal positions: the helpless ones. You raised your foot last year; now I step on the leaves. I am satisfied by the thick crunch that erupts. I kept my pain hidden in my room, sequestered as it grew colder. Down the wooden hall, you could hear me cry. Everything grows colder. Days distance you from me, and I don’t hear from you anymore. In the spring, I thought I had recovered; the new buds on the trees were tiny green flags, indicating my home stretch. Home free. Fuck this awful place. Fuck this place inside where leaves are ever dead. Piles of them collect and I don’t even have the pleasure of burning them, and smelling the spiced smoke. Piles of...

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Posted on 12 Sep 2003 | Comments Off