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A Poem About Soup Kitchens, Dragging Feet, Gassy Opacity, My Grandfather's Carvings, and Defeat
I am defeat feet shuffle for soups of pouf and fog Grandfather hold me in your knobby fingers and carve the wooden clock from branch time widdles and evaporates arms spasm forward gears wrench Defeat … more →
Lisa Dalrymple
A Poem About Soup Kitchens, Dragging Feet, Gassy Opacity, My Grandfather's Carvings, and Defeat
lisadalrymple wrote 2 days ago: I am defeat feet shuffle for soups of pouf and fog Grandfather hold me in your knobby fingers and ca … more →
All the Wrong
lisadalrymple wrote 1 week ago: I will not begin with I am I am not, that is the point, the puncture of pencil trapped I will not sp … more →
And Their Names Were Write
lisadalrymple wrote 3 weeks ago: I’ve been thinking about the personification of body parts. My vagina doesn’t have a nam … more →
More thoughts on the sea...
lisadalrymple wrote 3 weeks ago: underside of wave underside of tongue tinted winded crests like ranges perilous tectonic Everything … more →
Sunday Worship
lisadalrymple wrote 1 month ago: I am a goddess of weed-sea slick sticks to my hair, my eyes a cerulean syrup pouring into a cup shap … more →
The Obesity Diagnosis (Lose 20 lbs in 8 weeks)
lisadalrymple wrote 1 month ago: You had your opportunity for choice but the nurse in scrubs has called your name and now there … more →
Fragments of Poem
lisadalrymple wrote 2 months ago: A black spot on carpet ignored for days has a way of appearing across floors of this Home I’ve … more →
This Place Feels So Unfamiliar, and Yet I Know it Well
lisadalrymple wrote 2 months ago: As I approach the door to my apartment I suddenly am aware of newness. Blushed petals sleep on the s … more →
I Don't Think You're Wrong But Something Is Missing Anyway
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: For Kristine Are you ever afraid that you’re wrong is God lurking behind every beaker and flas … more →
Slow Drain
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: I breathe in musky fumes of manufactured washcloth and gray bathwater steam rising from my fingers a … more →
What is Easy and What is Not
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: Being alone is easy like a floosy in the moonlight Speaking in the peaks and caves of social circles … more →
Untitled
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: You were a lost shoe hidden beneath old clothes in the back of a closet with a pull string bulb mean … more →
Untitled
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: this urge to quell my belly wriggle it in and hide flesh behind flesh like a shy child hiding behind … more →
Inside the Bag is an Onion
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lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: Vapors rise as I excercise restraint I violate the white onion layer after layer tear after tear pie … more →
Good Afternoon Toastmasters
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: Good Afternoon Toastmasters and Toastmasters guests welcome to life’s round table take your pl … more →
The Perception of Odors
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: the scent of apricot scrub clings to my fingers like my mother’s hands clung to mine over year … more →
Emergency Room
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lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: I grew up watching ER a popular show in the nineties on the air for fifteen years re-runs running on … more →
The First Day (I Commit to Writing a Poem a Day for National Poetry Month)
lisadalrymple wrote 3 months ago: I am the child of a rusty nail peering at my ridged angle of new toes bagged and thrown, far from se … more →
Risk
lisadalrymple wrote 4 months ago: Risk is a book resting in a crooked position on a tall table volume of words heaviest in the top rig … more →
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