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— Word Poems
Poems containing the words bathrobe, plastic, juxtapose, and impediment.
They've spread her across the map.
She's got slits and holes where none should be.
What made me take my rage out into the world, who made me grab the shovel,
who had wounded me, brought up my oppression?
the word for memory is written
in a long hand
Ghosts and Mushroom Mulch
I have an urge to take off my clothes
roll in the humus sniff of summer
Barbara De Franceschi
A strong rain beat the shingles.
Thunder rattled the walls.
Jason Kelly Richards
Over a cup of tea and sectioned oranges
she contemplates paths she might take,
writing in longhand to slow her thinking
Slopes have a fleshy
hue. The nasty mizzle
Robert James Berry
Nausea perspires through my upper lip
as she tosses fruit, chicken liver,
poached eggs, wild rice in the blender
The sky comes all the way down
Or what do you call the space between?
Skathi, they said, you
chose, like all women do,
a man by his foot.
Night Along Front Street
Where is the walk out of here? How are heavy stones moved?
Listen for old seed deciding to flower.
Alicia M. Howard
a driving instructor has a recurring nightmare
a strand of long black hair snakes around the corner, birds
stop singing mid-scale, a handful of leaves decide to jump.
Michaela A. Gabriel
You wish for the salt sea humidity of other places farther south and also north, but in all cases where there is green and where things grow and bloom without coaxing.
the brutal truth
this is less a poem
than a pink, twitching rock face.
She thinks of an orange: of the sudden splash
of yellow, of seeds, of the sheer beauty of the spheres.