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Please post poem number thirty for the National Poetry Writing Month project here.

Simple Things

if I lived alone
there would be no
small green dinosaur
next to the sink
when I get out of the shower

I also would not know
that it is a brachiosaurus
which is a vegetarian
...

Omission

it was 3 A.M. insomnia
that made me find you again
twenty-one years ago
we could have been a sin
a local news story
a ruined reputation
an endless string of no comment

there was t ...

Please post poem number twenty-seven for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

Untitled

In the waiting area of the emergency room, again,
we are ignoring the game show on the television in the corner;
staring wide-eyed into the fluorescent lights
of the vending machine ...

Vertigo

looking at the top of a skyscraper
from the street
escalators
getting fired
a deep primal growl
in the shell of my ear
an orgasm
many much martinis
the first cigarette of the day
...

Please post poem number twenty-four for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

Intent

You and I are a holy war
just waiting to force ourselves
on the universe.

We could collide
like the time-altering catastrophe
we both need to happen.
Together, we would fight
s ...

Please post poem number twenty-three for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

The Reason it is So Hard to Let You Go

Every person or bad situation in my life
has offered me some direction,
a lesson or some vital connection
to move on to the next thing.

I cannot say I a ...

Please post poem number twenty-two for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

Re-gifting

On our first Christmas together
you opened the box,
thought for a moment,
and decided to tell me anyway
that your wife had also bought you
a diamond earring that first yuletide holi ...

What are you talking about?

Road Trip

While you were away,
I stopped the car 6 times
to let squirrels cross the road.
I only stopped once for the geese,
nothing is dead.

I sleep with the light on
so the confusion of h ...

Customs

In Cabo San Lucas there is a street vendor
who carves containers out of cheap blocks of wood,
stains them brilliant colors
and covers them in shiny shellac.
When white people buy them
...

Please post poem number tenty-one for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

Mixed Signals

Today I received gifts
and an expensive lunch
as recognition from my boss.
She gave me a notepad
with a picture of a salad on it
and a reusable water bottle for my desk.
Right ...

Little Sister

when you came to exist
the three of us who had tread
this road held our breath
convinced ourselves that wishing hard enough
would bring you a different life
silently vowed that i ...

Mourning

This kind of loss
is like missing a limb.
It takes a week
to keep garnet streaks
from ghosting everything you touch.
It is assumed the wound is healed.

The whiny undertone of empa ...

Please post poem number 20 for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

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Please post poem number sixteen for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.

Jacquie

Yesterday a dying woman
cleaned out her desk.
She took down mirror bright smile reflections
-one girl, two boys.
Her frail form barely able to stand
for a mere minute.
It has been mo ...

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Please post poem number thirteen for the National Poetry Writing Month Project here.