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Kevin Sampsell

Kevin Sampsell writes a couple of poems and haiku every year or so.

Recent Work

The Button

Kevin Sampsell

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A poof inside my chest / I press on my left nipple like / A button / It is five in the morning / I want nothing more than blankets / To be…

JSF

Kevin Sampsell

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I. / Eating Animals / Everything Is Illuminated / Here I Am / Tree of Codes / Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close / // II. / Extremely…

Money Is Murder

Kevin Sampsell

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I once heard // of a teenager / who threw a fifty-cent piece / off a highway overpass / / The coin pierced through / the windshield of a…

In Utero

Kevin Sampsell

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My earliest memory / is stepping out of a / long white Cadillac / and landing in your mouth / / Behind your teeth / there was a horse / …

Alone At Home At Night

Kevin Sampsell

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I want to dance / like Nicolas Cage / if he knew how to dance / // I don’t care / What the radio says / It is not a beautiful night / // …

Full of More Air

Kevin Sampsell

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God this air is so German // Waiting for some exotic love // flavored dental floss // A cloud with doors // / And then I told you // I’m tired of…

Plate-like

Kevin Sampsell

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How come your face is just a face / / My face is sometimes / a plate / you can eat / off of / /

Strangers Freezers

Kevin Sampsell

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I think breaking / windows is a funny thing / to do // Unlocking doors with wet fingers / Letting myself in // Looking through drawers / hiding…

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Allergen

Shannon Barber

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I don’t love you like this Not like A creature I want To hold Precious And tight. I love you like This Like how I love flowers And hate How they…

HEAVEN IS FULL OF GARBAGE DISPOSALS:…

Meg Hurtado

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It all began with cherry blossoms, // cake, a swimming pool. / // It began again by refrigerator light, as so much does. / From bed to…

I Must Be the Cactus

Becca Yenser

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I must be the cactus who loses whole lobes, / stretches green again from just one drop of water. // I think of words / to describe pain. // None…

i have detached myself at last

Becca Yenser

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i have detached myself at last / no one brings me sandwiches anymore / in the morning // opening doors, watching the birds / at the feeder, …

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