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George
Sunlight through your skull you left me behind in the room full of your self Sunlight through your skull you left me with a mind unsure of itself Now you are spacious and a wild animal has come to live inside of me that I might call grief to try to keep it tame Now […]
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The Art of Poetry
I am a descendent of Romantics; I accept this. How to say that it happens? Usually an image or phrase that words coalesce around. You start writing, the words build on top of each other. You come to the stopping place and look at it all, briefly in love. Themes and connections that seem like […]
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Splitter
You asked, so I don’t know how to say it was a violation. You asked for a kiss and then expected my tongue, my hips. I walked away like it was any other thing I said yes to and caved in on myself the rest of the day. Later your mind split me apart from […]
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Veterans Day
At the pink sliver sunrise while I cooked an egg my finger touched the burner and it felt rough, not hot. Today, then I remembered, is one of those days I am supposed to feel what I do not feel. The sun rises in the sky I break the yolk into my rice. I would […]
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Emily N. Howard 