Afterwards you had that drunk, drugged look
my daughter used to get, when she had let go
of my nipple, her mouth gone slack and her eyes… 143 more words
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3 weeks, 5 days ago
Words for the Year
A man walks into a bar. You think that’s some kind of joke?
Actually he runs in, to get out of the freezing weather.
Who cares, you say. 343 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Kim Addonizio is an Italian-American poet.
She was asked in an interview what her other interests were, besides writing.
“Sex and death are right up there. 399 more words
When I walk in,
men buy me drinks before I even reach the bar.
They fall in love with me after one night,
even if we never touch. 139 more words
2 months ago
Another Fearless Year
This poem was inspired by the July 31 poetry prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-by-Day Prompts for Your Writing Practice by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano. 271 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
There they lie, fasting and molting
and not moving, but for an occasional
stray flipper that idly rises
and sinks down, into the mass
of massive bodies. 123 more words