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Question For Readers
What would you guys think about a maggiemaeijustsaythis pod cast or live talk radio?? Would you call in? Would you be interested? Want to chat? IT WOULD NOT BE POETRY. But could be about poetry,...
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Where Ashes May Burn
Limp beauty drops like spiders from silk; stars fall to their knees. Now you understand? My little kiss! My little wish for after-flowers of genocide; lush with knowing and innocence. Not thankless,...
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Come With Me
If you have ever bit the skin of an orange, lifting flesh from flesh, life from life, you can come with me. If you have ever sat at the wake of death, eye-to-eye with the giver and, or, the taker, you...
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Not In These Years
Delicious Sunday, absent of the jam of people, of masquerade. My kite lifts off fevered shoulders, enters frothy clouds to mourn buried dreams and fly. Asleep, on grass waves, I surrender to stillness,...
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I Am Not The Same Size
To speak up on Sunday when religion strikes like the back of a hand would be a sin. To question a written truth bound by message and baggaged with fear would be unthinkable. But I do! But I do! I let...
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Ghost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
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Center Of Time
Welcome home, a strawberry plant grows out back for you, but it has twisted to fingernails to scratch away the bugs. It has a heart, ready for transplant. I promised to die, I admit, I’m in the habit,...
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Am I New
Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself, to change, to change, you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed, but we run on desert time, at devil lake I wish I was, a reservoir,...
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Little Golden Girl
Sounds like you are lost right behind where you are almost are What are you doing here? Swiping what I have to say about that? It is I, making sure that no thieves take the golden honey from the hives....
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Paper
Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat. We lay, either way, recycled by the Sun. If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks in one gaze. His superpower is ignited – and we all...
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