Tag Poetry


In Roller Derby. . . . a special name for floor burn from fishnet stockings.


That’s not the way it happened, and I have the picture to prove it. It’s just that the picture is in my mind.

Ten Reasons

I wake With death in my mouth. Before I wash it out, I start with Ten reasons why I cannot take my own life. One–Suicide is selfish, Especially for you. You help so many people. What would they do Without you? Two–Who else Can make Algebra fun? All your students need you. Three–Who would get friends Out in sun Working dirt into green things? You are the only one. Three–if

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Taking Up Space

For a basic (one might suppose       inherently neutral) law of physics, the phrase has nevertheless garnered a lion’s share of unfriendly users       in the low-rent back roads of the vernacular. Many among us, in truth, would far prefer the       virulent lash of a “Bitch!” or a “Bastard!” to being leveled by the contemptuous (and worse,       dismissive) charge of taking up space. How did this bland and

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A Sonnet of Mind and Body

The mind and body don’t always agree On who should control all, or at least most, Of one network. The mind says thought is free, But the body remains a jealous host. Without guidance, the body will just sleep And gorge and fantasize at the expense Of exercise—the stirring of our deep Desires is often only decadence. So, sometimes the mind needs to crack the whip And firmly bend the

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Define Me

Introduced to the character of men as a child in a swimming pool, excited to learn how to swim, but learning so much more far too soon, as your teenaged hands swam between my legs under the water and the privacy of a kickboard. I was just barely a teen when your claims to love me showed me that love is insults, manipulation, fear. You forced me to shake my

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