April 2011
10 posts
WHEN PEOPLE KNOCK ON MY DOOR LATE AT NIGHT ASKING...
Sierra DeMulder: Love, Forgive Me →
sierrademulder:
After Rachel McKibbens
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart
to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you. You…
Todd Anderson →
wonderdave:
The poem Middle C. Listen to it. Perhaps we’ve been there. Perhaps i am there.
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halfsister:
when it rains, the worms come out to die, every other step cushioned by the opening of their soft pink bodies. i can relate. this weather brings out suicide in me, too. i imagine it’s worst for the ones who don’t die. in the morning, as they cook on the drying pavement, how they must curse themselves. “you couldn’t even do this right.”
Bring knapsacks.: 04/30: a reunion poem. →
sethwallin:
if i am a lake, you are a handful of skipping stones, bouncing along, briefly touching, but leaving rings that make me want to believe in polygamy.
i look forward to the day you all come to rest.
let us build Atlantis; our poetry already holds so much, i am sure we can convince…
Sierra/DeMulder: Baptism →
sierrademulder:
The twins who found the dead body in the river stopped coming to school for the last weeks of 5th grade. We rode our bicycles to the pay phone, dialed their number, swore we smelled their father’s cigar smoke through the receiver. They never came out. By July, they became a ghost story we…
