This is how we writers are...a poem by Denise Duhamel |
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Magnificent Mile |
Magnificent MileWondering the Magnificent Mile,Falling into an Illinois forest Breaking from concrete, squeezing between skyscrapers, I spied my first firefly through branches of a willow tree.I reali... Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:13:00 GMT |
Ant Farm |
Ant FarmI inherited an ant farm onceand placed it on the mantle in my bedroom.Every night before bed I watchedthe little workers build, burrow, and march about.One morning as soon as sleep had leftI r... Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:12:00 GMT |
Lunar Eclipse |
Lunar Eclips 8/28/07Lunar Eclipse 8/28/072:25Like a crescent moon,Micky D's Mac the Knifewithout the convertible,Is it moving?2:35A flaming ball of fire,like a comet flying through the sky,Do you see ... Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
Are you out there God? |
Are you out there God? It's me, realistWhat the hell's wrong with you God?I don't believe you or in you, but if I did I'd think you were pretty fucked up.I've heard you're about peace and love, But i... Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 02:01:00 GMT |
Metamorphosus |
Metamorphosis I'm diggin' a hole as wide as my armand as deep as the oceanand when I'm done I'll jump in and disappear. I'll hibernate for 3 and one third yearsand by then I'll be sure to be well int... Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 02:00:00 GMT |
An Ocean Tale |
An Ocean TaleShe is my net that catches me from the fall. Her love, scented, as lovers do, in sun dried seaweed and salt kissed air, entangles me and in being tied to her sets me free. If I were off... Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 14:49:00 GMT |
Saigon |
SaigonWild with untamed life seeping at the seems and spilling on to the streets.The west rode into the sunset to the east and now lawless outlaws lay outtheir wares to hustle for the All-American buc... Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 15:29:00 GMT |
Ghazal of the Traffic |
Xochitl-Julisa BermejoGhazal of the TrafficThe sky blues yellow like smokers' teeth tar in the city.Smokers are made to take notice outside bars in the city.The clutch, brake, gas, repeat rhythm numbs... Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:35:00 GMT |
Chorizo Mornings |
Tingling smell of salt silently invadesSleeping bedrooms calling dreamers to wake.Pans clank like Caribbean percussionAlong to Spanish beats bouncing from the stereo.And my mind begins to journey outO... Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 23:13:00 GMT |