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Ready to Kill
Published Feb. 8, 2012
Ten minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This is a bronze memorial of a famous general Riding horseback with a flag and a sword ...
Love Is Its Own Proof
Published Feb. 1, 2012
How long will you keep on crying, “Where’s my remedy? Where’s my cure?” Whoever it is that’s making you search for a remedy, go look for him. How long will you stay mired in sadness, complaining, ...
Dear John Letter to My Uterus
Published Jan. 25, 2012
Dear Uterus, We’ve not been formally introduced. Oh, well. Who wants to meet a lover at a funeral? Old cozy blanket, fuzzy mitten, coffee pot simmering behind my stomach wall, out of sight, like my cousins ...
Ultra Deep Field
Published Jan. 18, 2012
Note from Lover Number 403 These photons traveled 13 billion years So you could see them on your laptop screen Ten thousand blips of light, ... More Comments (18)
The Symptoms
Published Jan. 11, 2012
Concentration’s shot, my mind is full of light, my fingers smell deeper than honey. My heart is in my thighs, my groin — you don’t ... More Comment (1)
Reluctance
Published Jan. 4, 2012
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the ... More Comment (1)
Borrower
Published Dec. 28, 2011
A hesitant knock at the door. I look out, then down. The neighbor’s little boy, I think his name is Christian, Stands staring at his ... More Comment (1)
Praying Hands
Published Dec. 21, 2011
There is at least one pair in every thrift shop in America, molded in plastic or plaster of paris and glued to a plaque, or ... More Comments (2)
"Lilith," by Ron Koertge
Published Dec. 14, 2011
She did not graze on all fours but wrapped her arms and legs around Adam and said, “Oh, Daddy. It feels so good,” and he ... More Comment (1)
“And you as well must die”
Published Dec. 7, 2011
And you as well must die, belovèd dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This ... More Comments (3)
Mr. Flood’s Party
Published Nov. 30, 2011
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he ... More Post a comment
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