Harold the fallen star-
Burning as it were a lamp,
Upon the water
(Many men died)
Grief.
In the shape of bitterness
(Mainly).
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Genre: Poetry
Anonymous Woman Elegy
It is about the morning the woman died.
The story is about how the woman smiled.
Her teeth.
It is about whether she had a lover,
whether she was loved
whether she deserved love.
belly breath
i don’t want to remember another time they pushed me
yesterday or know the feeling of how they pushed me yesterday
or how i threw myself away or how they forced it
i don’t want to study my breath from inside
my room or watch my chest fall & harden
fixed with breath caught & you
who watched me fall into memories
St. John’s
a museum (The Rooms) with a taxidermied flamingo,
a bartender (Olivia) with perfectly winged eyes,
the sight of the full moon’s bright
from the darkness across the harbour,
and the oddity of hearing Sade played
in such a small, white town, two days running.
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Narrative Poem After Charles Olson’s “Cole’s Island”
January it was night
in a warehouse space after an evening
of poetry performances
A small warm
setting very cold winter (think black, red, and white)
Table set with antlers & roasted marrow
She loud-laughing earlier at a poem
about Vietnamese people or
I thought so and even asked about the joke
(Did you get that on the ‘inside’? I had said)
He Wanted Them Donated to Western Institute
The nurse leaves to buy chicken, rice and fruit
before the cafeteria closes. I’ll always feel terrible
that I laughed when she spoke of the soul
leaving a body, how that takes awhile, the reason why
his breath rattled. I picture his body
on Cypress Mountain, a view he craved,
could never afford. His ghost-hands wet
with melting snow. His swollen shadow
clouding quiet people who never knew him.
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