Category: Poetry
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July Thirst
This poem was first published in Vol.1 of Cycles by Juniper Zine. You can read it here. The watermelon splits on the porch step—a sound like summer cracking its knuckles.Not like a broken promise,but a girl’s kneesswinging over the fence, daring the world to catch her. Pink flesh, too bright for the hour, bleeds into…
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Hometown Curb, July
We share a twin popsicle, cherry-bloodhalf-moons melting down our fingers.The H Mart clerk shortchanged us again,you complain, licking syrup off your thumb.Sitting on the curb, we are sticky-kneed,full after a day of slushies, blue tongues,& sunburns. I flick a pebbleinto the street—clink—it rollsinto the gutter with a flattened coke can& one cicada shell clinging to…
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Meditations / On a Blue Marble
At this moment you stand in quiet contemplation. Take a breath. There you are.Yes – at this moment, when afterdecades of war and terrible victories,You remain standing, still and straight as a steeple,in the centre of your rooms, towns, cities, countries,Planet. All that you know. By now you will have experienced The imprudent comings and goings of…
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Fruit of the Soul
Meet me at the orchard, I have a gift for you.A lovely red fruit, with lovely red skin, and lovely red bones, too.My pomegranate love will swell with the spring. I offer up, palms out, saying eatCome, devour the heart of your beloved,Deliciously and perniciously tart as those six grand seeds. Fruit’s blood, my blood,…
