Hansel and GretelThe city, like the forest, is no place for the youngHansel and Gretel8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sluggish tram moves like a giant tongue
And the people who shiver from street to street
Have teeth for their eyes, and eyes for their teeth.
EucalyptusEucalyptus9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skirts are so thick
if you spun her upside down
she would open up like a rose-
violent yellow pumps
and bubble ankles on
lanky blue legs, waving like stamen in the rain.
she's pollinating all over the room
a good thing to ask would be
why have I waited so long.
Do you remember burning me around your neck? I singed your hair, but didn't say anything.
It just curled from my fingers.
I sit far away now-
wrapped around my new love like a cat,
telling ghost stories and missing your shoulders,
flicking back and forth against the subway walls.
I got a letter today
a train schedule
another reminder of my
residence in the wings.
why have I waited so long?
I remember the day
you sat in my livingroom
somber, surrounded by fruit,
while I ran back and forth
miserable and sweating, trying to
find something appropriate to wear at the funeral.
you played at his memorial
and I watched
leaning back on the carpet and forgetting
entirely where I was.
drowning out westdrowning out west11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has not been so bad here -- warmer than home and they call the place differently than we do. You know how we always said Mizzery?
They call it Mizzera.
Auntie J and Uncle Agner have made the attic comfortable for me. From my window I can see hills fattening in the distance and the river veins away from them -- winds right through the pasture.
Tell mother I wear the cardigan she crocheted and no one can tell yet. Auntie looks hard, cause she knows I should be blowing up, but she's disappointed. She tells me eat right cause she wants her new baby healthy and she heaps enough food for two grown-ups on my plate; I eat as much as I can, but it all comes up anyway.
Give everyone my love.
Mother is still too upset to write; I hope you understand. I'm glad you're settled in.
Agner only owns the pasture,
he hasn't a breath of livestock
His job is on the road,
so I'm alone with Auntie
and the boys most days.
The phone rings
This Is A Poem About...Shes spinning in circles and her fingerprints are leavingThis Is A Poem About...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little bits of her story behind. Theyre smudged and erratic - sporadic yet
exactly where she intends them to be, and shes hoping that someone
will make something beautiful out of all the imprints.
Shes changing the world one word at a time, with strings of
vowels and consonants because
every now and then someone stops to listen.
Maybe shes not extraordinary, and maybe shell never trace her fingertips
over the contours of his heart but
for now, shes swinging under the autumn sun. Shes
breathing against hurricanes and theres a sparkle in her eyes.
And even though its raining and shes drenched
right down to her bones, shes dancing in spirals and
leaving pretty patterns in the puddles.
This is not about him. This is a poem about everything that isnt
him, because shes been leaking her soul away in words
and shes not sure how much of it she has l
The Bird"Found a bird in delta." I say.The Bird9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
John doesn't stir, so I repeat.
"Said a bird flew in. Little scrawny thing, but it got in."
"What I thought. But it did."
I can hear John stretch out in the bunk above me, the ancient springs groaning as his body and muscles shift across them.
"Where's the leak?"
"Sally's looking. Be in delta though - can't of got through a bulkhead."
"Better not be delta two."
I nod, because neither of us want it in delta two.
"What sort of bird?"
"Little scrawny bastard, don't know. Could look him up."
John swings himself off the top bunk, and sits down on the end of my bed to do his boots up.
"Nah. Still loose?"
"Hope he gets out."
And then we laugh, because it's just such a normal thing to think, because birds should be out, shouldn't they?
EgoEgo9 years ago in Open More Like This
I'm not the guy
who plays electric guitar
and makes girls vibrate
with a plucked g-string
(I play 3rd clarinet in band, the 1st clarinetist plays pokemon at lunchtime)
I'm not the guy
who kicks a goal
after evading the defender
before his gf kisses him
(I play defense, never score)
I'm not the guy
who has to choose between
and goes to all of them.
(Last saturday, the highlight was dressing up my dog)
I'm not the guy
you wait for if
he is kept inside
you cant be anything without him.
(The teacher stops me, to talk, and my companions seem to accelerate.)
I'm the guy ,
reading between lessons
and you might think
that my life is boring
I'm the guy,
who cried on christmas
because his stocking showed
that no one knew him
I'm the guy,
who eats raw cauliflower
because there were no apples
I'm the guy,
who after she said no,
had it pointed out
"Notice how I didn't hesitate?"
I'm the guy,
who has nothing to eat
at the pizza lunch.
they never think
about the vegetarian
I'm the g
AdamAdam10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'sometimes when I breathe in
it's like a kick in the heart -
but I do not need saving'
When I was seven years old I wrote those words
in a letter to fairies. Then I slipped the note inside
a pink pillow case, then listened out for their wings
smacking air out of the way.
I did not like sleeping alone.
When I was 11 I kissed a boy with blond hair
and blue eyes, his name was Adam
and his lips were too warm, but I still kissed him
sixteen more times.
He had a royal blue fleece jacket and always smiled.
Always, but I never felt like smiling
and he always asked me why -
'I am too sad' I would say,
then he would hold my white cheeks
in his palms.
On January 24th 1999,
Adam must have felt sad too
because he turned into exactly how I felt on the inside.
But I did not cry when I was told,
it was more like a cold dream
dropping sharp-edged stones on my chest,
and surely soon I would wake up with one or two
still jammed inside my throat,
three minutes later I realised it was just dirty a
The HedgeThe Hedge11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I have a small pair of scissors in my hand. There is no question that they are hopelessly inadequate for the task. The silver of them glints against my nail polish, and they glitter in the lights from the hedge. In front of me the hedge stretches for miles. In an odd way I only half comprehend, I know instinctively that it is longer even than this- strange twists of light conspire to make it appear as one long straight hedge, whereas in reality the fabric of the hedge is rucked and pleated in on itself, so that it is impossible to gauge its length. I have heard whispered rumours in the convoluted chambers of my subconscious- rumours to the effect that the hedge is circular. For my purposes, then, the hedge wou
two shades of desperatetwo shades of desperate10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It crackles like static, this love --
damaged, like vinyl records
attracting dust that sleeps inside grooves,
falling deeper into slumber
as the stylus passes over
scratching, so I can't settle
into the paralysed wind
and I'm waiting,
like an old set of speakers
on the wall, declining all requests
to overflow the room with it's hums
until you un-press mute
and isn't it funny
how I still sit at work, after all this time
and open stubborn carrier bags
on my checkout, charging the thin metal strip
of conveyer belt edges
to untouchable --
until a slip of a finger
brings another shock
and I blame you
for having such numb hands
that cannot peel the plastic apart.
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
What if...What if...What if...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I like you
I talk to you
I told you
I hug you
I kiss you
I love you
you hurt me
How to Look in the Mirror1.How to Look in the Mirror6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let your mouth be a mouth, dropping open. Let it smile and contort itself.
The way some people smile makes me believe they are polar bears on melting ice caps and
the rest of them look like a growling monkey, trying to say "I have no weapon," but it is clicking its teeth together instead.
You love her the way she is. If you had her you would never even say "Take your
clothes off". You know she is not beautiful underneath those garments. Her breasts
are drooping. She has a scar on her stomach after having her appendix removed
when she was eight. You would not want to ruin your love for her- beginning and
ending with her, no panties, no skirt, blouse unbuttoned and your penis in her
mouth. You both leave unsatisfied because you couldn't stop staring at the cigarette
burn on the inside of her left wrist. You know nothing will ever be as good as her with
all of her clothes on, so you don't kiss her and she doesn't take her shirt off and you
don't see the burns on her ba
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
cauterizedcutting you fromcauterized7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is like
laying my hands
coals until my fingers
but I can do
this if it's the
to let you
Audrey and Napoleon.Audrey and Napoleon10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When Audrey and I were little girls,
one with long legs and one with brown skin,
we would smear summer plums on our mouths
and crush walnuts with her father's baseball
signed by Tug McGraw.
As we sat on the sunburned
rooftops of suburbia and she showed
me where her kneecap had a cross-stich of
purple cuts from her first try with a pink plastic razor,
I lied about my first kiss; she knew
and let me talk of greater things.
That used to make me love her,
but it doesn't anymore.
I was thinking about Audrey and her chickens last night.
One year, when we both had boyfriends, but still had
sleepovers and compared the sizes of our breasts-
we stood in the mud of the chicken run, and watched
the hens break the necks of yellow feathered chicks.
It must really mean something when a mama goes
mad just staring at her baby who has nothing but dirt
stuck to its back.
I know I asked her why they di
sparrowsparrow8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The trees are unsettled, their limbs tossing in the violent tempest -- gauges for Natures wrath or love. The storm plays like a silent film as I sit in the cabin of my car. My old campus gym sits in the distance like a stolid mountain.
The world comes to life in stereo as I step out. Dashing down the side of the parking lot, my umbrella mimics the trees. Trying to avoid the rain, I notice an upturned creature on the wet pavement. I stoop to examine it. Its pale legs stick up like flags of resignation. People must think Im crazy, a university student examining some dead thing. He must be studying taxidermy.
Its a baby sparrow.
Its feathers are maturing over its soft pink underbelly, bunched into a mangy blanket by the rain. Its feet shiver in the wind. Dirt, pine needles, and assorted debris are stuck to its bo
the other sondear james,the other son7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name means "hold the heel,"
among so many other things,
and i think i could list them:
your eyes are funny. during saw v i saw your pupils
and i thought, hazel. his eyes are definitely hazel.
and they aren't: they are green-gray, they are gray,
they are tinted with blue, they are stung with brown,
but mostly, they are a soft, indecisive green, and your
lids are permanently half-closed, lazy, and you continuously
look like you may be waking up from a dream, and i am
continuously wondering if i was in it
i can recite things about you.
all kinds of things. your middle name is
david. your cat is a gray tabby with bright, vibrant green eyes,
and she has been de-clawed, and her name
is samantha. your bed is on the floor. when we are on the
phone and you get a text, and you sigh and tell me
to hold, i close my eyes and listen to the sound of your telephonic
keyboard, tap-tap-tapping, and think maybe i could
fall asleep to the sound, but there'd
PlatinumPlatinum11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had the strangest conversation the night before last,
My life is shooting blanks.
It was the anthem in my head.
She was born beautifully but partially dead
And I was not to blame.
Her umbilical cord was cut and no blood reached her head.
But we are all the same.
I need somebody,
Her platinum smile melted from her face.
I need somebody to need in this fucking hollow place.
I am the shadow man, I replied empathetically.
Flawed by protruding ribs,
Looked yellow-green when the lights were dim.
My head spun my pulse flew God it must have been the gin.
She broke over me in waves. I felt so numb.
She looked at me I felt her wilt; so thin.
It was the forefinger and thumb.
I need somebody to-- Fuck.
She said. I don't know what I'm saying anymore.
It's just a run of bad luck.
It's just my mind is such a whore.
She said I've tried to build a garden
Out of metal, out of flesh.
She said I've tried to weld an armor,
But honey ain't it meaningless?
Don't you think it's a great jok
Woman, Water, and StarsWoman, Water, and Stars5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I drink starlight
And dance in moon river
My eyes deep as the dawn
My heart light as a feather
Water warms my limbs
Silvers my skin
Touches my lips
Kisses my hips
Trace stars in the night
On the sky
I bloom in the shadows
And dance in the fire
I believe in the wind,
In the earth, in delight
I drink starlight
And dance in moon river
My hands bright as a song
My heart light as a feather