Member since July 23, 2013 | 1,546 Readings |
I live in Portland, OR, and stuff.
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PHONE THOUGHTS [excerpt]
#wires / **constantly running / **underground, overhead / **through our bodies // / [if I may be a poet it may not be / for much longer, I have /…
Sexy (or what I’d really like to wear)…
I'm representing myself here on the street / and I don't want to wear anything stupid / Because a first impression / in a real space…
Do you ever wonder / where we go / when we die? / la Joie for sure / we’ll visit with / your final resting / wishes, decisions / based on…
Tell the kids I miss them
with words a smaller thing, / I am forgettable / forgiveness, / I miss / a cigarette, / when the smoke is pretty / behind any special world....
In his eighth year, it was the jigsaw. Several pieces were quickly lost. The key on the box: a marsh, a barn, white sky; familiar scene of…
Pretend that I am dead with you / inside the chamber / While you pull out / the insects, birds in the tall grass / Its the wave in my hair that…
Collection, pt. 1
We’ve been made to live as conscious beings instead of a singular tone, / when they say it comes in a rush, a passing light. Maybe it starts with…
Lisette, your mother was a country girl.
Your mother never wanted to live / in the city, / but because of your father, she would. / He was a formidable man / / in the way bridges are…
Subscribed by Evelyn Spear
Dena Rash Guzman
I’m mean and lean, // sullen cream cheese / cake on the counter. I baked. . I’m hot. I’m sweet. / I’m the wrong thing to do. That doesn’t stop you....
HEAVEN IS FULL OF GARBAGE DISPOSALS:…
It all began with cherry blossoms, // cake, a swimming pool. / // It began again by refrigerator light, as so much does. / From bed to…
To Be Healed
Dena Rash Guzman
sometimes, under the rain is light / no common cloud can defeat / // we drink beer with the old boys / while deer shift gears / // in the…
IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE
// Salvation falls on deaf ears only, darling— // “If either of you sees a stranger / around here, it’s me.” // * / They can’t help dancing…
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