floating and leaving no trace
here lies lust
whose blood has
turned to rust
decaying bones
a powdered dust
remember the fire
in his veins
bore you higher
than any snow-capped
mountain spire
what an art
was seduction
the saddest part–
he had no
beating heart
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a hollow christmas ornament
shattered against the fireplace bricks
such a shiny mirrored interior
what lives in there
that needs to see itself
wherever it looks
distorted in a not-so-fun house
the outside painted red
and i think
that’s the opposite
of what
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sun bounces white
a horizontal bar
across the falling water
no cascade no foam
no churning among the pebbles
yet the water speaks for the light
understand how voices once
were heard proceeding forth
from burning bushes which
did not become ash
but don’t pretend
to understand
the voices
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the continents move on their own
subduction abduction conduction reduction
transformation realization ablation elation
earthquake milkshake hard to take big mistake
i keep waiting for the earth to stop rattling
i keep waiting for
i wait
Welcome to Day One of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo! As in past years, we’ll feature a participant each day and supply an optional prompt. We’ve also traditionally supplied an “extra” – a link to a journal accepting submissions, information on a poet writing other than in English, etc. This year, we’ll be rounding out the daily posts with…
two black lizards
sun themselves on the concrete curb
i pass like a cloud
we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart
all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood
if freckles were the only damage
if only
open me
avail yourself of the best knives
words glances touches
honed sharpened designed to
slice cut sever
make me shudder
make me twitch
drag your tongue hot
across the open wound
cauterize it with your spit
papillae scraping edges wet
knit me
with your purrs
with your moans
close me
a big fat balloon
found at parties
sometimes red sometimes shiny
telegraphing messages about age
and achievement
taking a deep breath
makes you talk funny
for a while
which is as long as it lasts
until it deflates
floats away
brushes against something sharp
——
a basilisk will hatch
from the egg of a rooster
laid at midnight
during a full moon
venomous and full of spite
it can kill with a single glance
which is to say,
do you have any pictures
of your father
and when were you born?
Words and Feathers 