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Poetry Magazine and “Khaleesi Says,” has Kickassery!!

Posted in fantasy, game of thrones, news, poetry magazine, publications, series, tagged , , , , , , , on January 13, 2014| 2 Comments »

Poetry Magazine and “Khaleesi Says,” has Kickassery!!

Editor of Poetry Magazine, Don Share, shared this online and I’m grateful.  Kickassery indeed!! I’m proud to be a part of it.

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They Entered the House through the Window

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on January 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »

They entered the house through the window.

Exploring the methods of beams and glass. They tinkered with the blinds and danced in the curtains. 

Their whiteness                    so abstract                              that    it seemed to  cast a                                 shine down the hallway floor.  

The leader had a repertoire of roles.                               She,       half angel                and                      half moonbeam began to familiarize herself with the landscape.

 

                 This was a woman’s house, she thought.

 

The others waited. Gawking over the silverware in the kitchen.

H twirled her hair round a fork, while

G fell in love with her reflection in a butter knife. 

P was found with her nose in the breadbox, sniffing the odor of sweet brown bread.  

Having picked out the raisins and dropped them on the floor, she hurried to the stair where the leader was petting the daffodils on the banister.

They carved their names and wingspans into that banister.  Then marveled over:

                                                                                                1) a woman’s hairpin on the night table

                                                                                                2)a long hair on the pillowcase,

 

Then, they remembered remembering the woman’s voice.

One  sang; while another tried on the woman’s dresses.

The leader didn’t like the so-called intervention. 

                                                Let us not bask in their glory, cried She,

                                                remember, we too have a nation to remember.

 

She was not happy.  They all nodded in agreement.  Then, the woman came home.

They lifted to the ceiling then out to the pointed corners of the roof then floated off and away from the house and into the air, and then                                 like electrically,                    like a current, they were:  gone.

 A raisin was dropped on the front porch.                                                                                     

 

© 2012

 

 

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Borrow the Hours, The Ours

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on October 23, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Borrow the hours, the ours

17 The Lord said to Eve, ‘you are free to use your own pronoun. & Eve said to God: I want the body and the thirst. I want to always speak first. I want the becoming and the coming and the…the mixing of the self with the sun. Now, that you have gendered me; engendered me; & remembered me– make me my own. Give me my own pronoun. Give me my own material.  Give me authority.

21 After harkening at the dusk-song, God said, ‘With the glory which I had with thee; the glory I had with thee; the glory I have had and had had; before the world was; before the world is; that was THE GLORY. That shall be yours- in yours; of yours, Mother-Of-All-Living-Things.

34 Then dusk became sunless and still, God spake,‘You are the artificer. You are the artifice. When I behold you – you are paler than the blanched. Into thy bosom, I have given you one heart, and if one borrows [it]; if one maketh [it] othered; if one borrows [of] thee unrightfully – cradle the earth in your arches and as a thread to a shoelatchet; a beam to the sun- I will make it NOT so. Young men have eaten here. Yes, young men have ate. Empty thy heart like a stomach. Take me a heifer; a goat; or turtledove & when the morning arises – I will tell thee the story of you & you will gather up light. My kindred. My country. My singular beauteous thing.  Be your own. On your own.  In your own. Be yours; Be ours.’

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