Once the darkness was full we saw stars— striking frozen air, rippling through the underside of heaven in their meteoric plunge. Silvered white, cobalt, crimson, and then into the earth. A flashing that spoke to our very skin set against the blackness of night. A vapor immortal in absence. *** Amie Sharp is a poet from […]
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My name is Danger Will Bukowski. Is there a story behind this? Why, yes there is. My ghetto fairytale begins in Compton, where my meth-addicted teen parents crashed a county general hospital, high as kites, neither even remotely realizing Tweedle-Dum was actually pregnant. Upon disclosure, they found it hilarious, and while Dum screamed, “Danger! Danger,
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Shortly after moving to my new home in North Carolina I discovered a bleeding heart plant growing in between the bushes in front of the house. I recognized it as a shade-loving plant and happily transplanted it to a shady corner behind the house. As the little flowers emerged I was struck with disappointment and
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It happened in an afternoon: Ladders, nails and beer breaks. Dad even gave me a swig as a reward for my hard work and I promised not to tell. I gave Billy, Ben and John the password to enter the fortress with no half moon hammer dents embraced by limbs and branches. We were kings
Under sprinklers spackling the stars a blurry brown we slip, flat on our tailbones, the bones that once made us lizard-chickens. I love to hear her laugh and win the race to the car because I bet she will not want to leave this Corolla called earth just yet. She will be here another hour
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At this late stage If the shoe fits Buy it. For comfort is harder to find And a little jig Can jar the memory To green fields and pop flies And star flecks of first love. Maybe even buy a second pair (the first you might yet outwear) So you won’t lose pace And become