Poems
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I believe that Persephone ate the apple, And Eve ate the pomegranate seeds. The cost of knowledge and power, Was the taste of red fruit on a woman’s lips. The Queen of Death and the Mother of Life: The renewal of Spring followed by the Fall- One in the same, their choices were made, and
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You came gently into my life- Like you were approaching a frightened cat. So gently, that I didn’t hiss or run- As I’ve always done before. So gently, that I choose to lay my head, On the pillow next to yours.
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I don’t even know your name,But I know you own two cars:You drive one every day,But the other you never use. I know you have two children,A boy around 9 and a girl around 5.They are both in school,And they both have brown eyes. I know you used to have a garden.The dug-up patch can
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Do you remember that movie I made you watch? David Tennant was a writer, who was going to marry an actress, But he fell in love with a failed copywriter on a small Scottish Isle? Do you remember when she told him? that her ex called her “A song- not a whole album”, Then she
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You think my little quirks are cute For now The way I shout when I get excited Or how I’m always looking for my key or my phone. You like that I take hours to drink my coffee And how Half read books and loose pens lay around But I Can’t stand to see dirty
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If you are here Then I must be too So I touch your cheek And lay my head on your chest In the dark When my body isn’t mine And I have no name Your heartbeat is real
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I think it started at the market When I was checking ingredients lists For milk and whey. I bought margarine instead of butter. I think that was the first day I suspected that I love you.
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I grew kinder as I grew older. Though everyone said that I would grow cold, I felt warmth take root in my soul, When I decided that I wouldn’t be sold On the idea that what was done to me Was simply the way of the world.
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How are you still alive and breathingWhen you haunt me as I’m dreaming?No contact since our indefinite separation,I expected to hear news on occasion.Now I wonder if we existed at all. Should I feel distressed or relievedThat we’ve become nothing more than a memory?Only digital records kept in social media posts,Red-eyed photos and half-forgotten jokes,Serve
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Houses germinate like weeds, Popping up- unwanted- in the fields. The overgrowth has altered the landscape. I dig through the new branches to find the routes- Roots to anchor the present to the soil of the past. The old dirt road has been paved. A thick layer of tar to smother memory lane. I glided
Bringing Mae Flowers 