May 2013
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May 22nd
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May 20th
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May 17th
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May 10th
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May 7th
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May 3rd
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May 1st
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April 2013
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{Burst}
{Burst} http://wp.me/s9O6Y-burst Unzip your heart. Set free each tiny metal tooth from its narrow-lipped prison. Let your lamentations escape with each deliberate click. Release and expand. Allow the dark garnet fluid to flow free, a cheek-blushed pink . View Post
Apr 29th
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Her Skin Fits Like a Glove
she threw away her black stilettos she stopped using eye cream at night her eyebrows went untweezed her eyelashes uncurled she cut her fingernails short and didn’t wear polish she didn’t have her teeth whitened or her hair dyed she shunned tattoos and… View Post
Apr 25th
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Apr 21st
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Apr 17th
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What Kind of Times Are These
 There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here, our country moving...
Apr 16th
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Apr 14th
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A Face On the Corner In the Rain
The skin under her eyes is a delicate bluish-purple and as thin as a membrane covering the fluttering heart of a hunted animal. The lines of her face tell of a precarious journey but the path remains a mystery. View Post
Apr 12th
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Apr 3rd
March 2013
12 posts
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Mar 29th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 26th
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Mar 21st
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Passages
the ocean rolls like bodies beneath sheets as twilight seeps over the horizon, we lie side by side not touching and the day is slipping away days of grey and mist passed and we persevered together, swimming in warm, safe waters you were in my head awake… View Post
Mar 21st
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Mar 18th
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A Day in the Life of a Sick Woman
A cat in heat has been caterwauling non-stop for at least a week and fire trucks are wailing and road rage-crazed drivers are honking their horns and buses are vroom-vrooming and kids are playing basketball in the parking lot behind the house, the ball thu… View Postpoe
Mar 18th
Nourishing Landscapes
Texture, air, light - a hundred stalks unfurlng, color raised rough with gold mythic tones, deep black alluvial soil of gum and cypress and hickory and pinoak, heartbeat of her own primal nature opens up, confused and wild, starving. Intangible prayers… View Post
Mar 14th
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“You’ve already heard us go on and on about how much we loved Wild, Strayed’s...”
– 10 Women Who Should Be Writing for ‘Harper’s’
Mar 14th
: Oysters →
thetinhouse: By Michelle Wildgen Last week I attended a poetry reading at the last minute, because it seemed like a pleasant way to spend a cold winter afternoon and also because my week had been a little heavier on weird old sexist children’s books than usual and I needed an antidote. It…
Mar 13th
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Mar 11th
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Pandemonium
Recently, I was  excited to be invited to join Fictionaut by accomplished writer and editor, Marcy Dermansky. Thank you, Marcy! Today I published my first poem on the site, Pandemonium.  I hope y’all will take a little hop over there. View Post
Mar 1st
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February 2013
10 posts
Grey & Green & What's In Between
She feels stagnant as the swamp on a grey afternoon, the water covered with puke green algae broken only by bloodshot alligator eyes protruding from it’s murky depths. She’s the rotting waterlogged cypress log whose only movement originates from the… View Post
Feb 27th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 16th
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Anxiety Dream
I wandered down Maple Street amid colors clamorous and clandestine a melding of brights and pastels and muddy depressives, people eating, laughing, frowning, lapping tears sliding down cheeks and onto lips, salty and seasoned with sorrow. I lay down on a… View Post
Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 5th
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“They were sorry, they were saying with their bodies, they were accepting each...”
– George Saunders, Tenth of December
Feb 2nd
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January 2013
15 posts
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Jan 31st
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Jan 30th
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Jan 29th
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Washed Away
Every time I smell that scent it brings back those long summer days – and the winter ones too - when we all sat outside together smoking and talking, laughing at your stories, you were always the funny one quick with a joke and a smile, the glint of… View Post
Jan 28th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 20th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 13th
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Jan 9th
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