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With the Sting
With the Sting
There is nothing to say
but something
is weighing on my mind like plutonium,
heavy metal named for the planet, once
upon a time.
Its radiation is toxic and cancer
in the bones may occur.
So much mineral matter means nothing
to the poison that lurks in the heft
of secrets.
Density becomes adjectival.
Bones become chalky and brittle and soft
like meal for fertilizer.
Flowers and tomatoes and food for dogs.
There is nothing to say
but something
is growing in my body like a malady.
It loiters behind my ribs and clavicles,
waiting for the chance to spread into
my heart, into my organs, slow and low.
It is revealed in the timbre of my voice,
in the tremble of my hand when I reach
for the touch of another.
Surreptitious intelligence beneath my skin,
it erupts into blemish and mars my flesh
like ultraviolet shafts of light.
It is death. It is her, the Beekeeper.
She has come to collect her narrative from my hold.
But the wisdom of the honey does not come before the sting.
With t
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Mourning Dove
The Mourning Dove
She cries out on the wasted air
a lamentation.
The most hunted bird in North America,
she lays but two eggs,
only two.
If the clutch should grow,
it is another female’s
eggs invading her nest.
Adorned with gray feathers to
blend with the fog
she weaves her poorly crafted nest
with her man standing
on her back.
She takes flight and her wings
She soars at 55 miles per hour
then falls to avoid the forest raptor,
a hawk who wants her meat.
Elliptical wings are curious things.
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crystalline hymns
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I walked outside just in time to see the world ending.
My spirit clawed past my teeth to have a look around,
but I sucked it back in with a clatter of ribcage.
The parking lot desaturated, turning ashen as
a field of cottony nothing obscured the sky.
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as Old Mother pulled down the shade and the horizon went out.
Near me
tin cans and good intentions danced on an invisible roulette wheel
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Here is a man
Here is a man who could not cross the ocean.
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         that turns wood into cold steel.
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Ever wonder where the phrase "don't treat me like a piece of meat" came from?
To me, I simply saw it as a way to describe the minimization of a human to their physical body and nothing else. Minimized from their personality, emotion, soul…to their "meat". I eat meat. I love animals. I am a feminist. But I found these thoughts interesting from feminist writer Carol J. Adams, whom I learned of in a gender class in college. This is to be thought provoking, incite discussion and nothing else.
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Carol Adams:
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What a day. The rain is coming down. It's 40 degrees F. Yet is beautiful and full of possibilities. It's good to be alive. It's good to create. I think I'll get on it.


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I am a photographer, story-teller, writer, wanderer, and lover of all things curious.


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xork Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2016  Professional Interface Designer
Hi, Heather! :wave:
wowywow Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
thankiez for the watch :heart:
XMA77YX Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks, you have a great gallery too :D
rakastajatar Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2008  Professional Photographer
i hope you had a wonderful birthday!
sydnerella Featured By Owner May 4, 2008   Writer
thanks for the watch! :kiss:
O-Uaglione Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2008
I thought you had been killed and found in a plastic bag...
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