Poem: Halloween Warming

graveyards & jellyfish & love
              hide under your covers
  when light goes gray

                            they want to be warm too
& two will share their heat:
the burning called a sting,
the warmth of flesh   like a compost heap

Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 18 October 2010—Though I didn’t end up writing a very scary poem, I did, in accord with the prompt, begin with three frightening things.
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Poem: In Another(‘s ) Night

white sheets creased sharp
between their twisted bodies,
muscles straining joints to touch
skin      cotton refuses to let
feel       let you feel
         scars from where the sheets broke glass
                        last time she loved              she won't
look in the mirror anymore —you'd kiss her shoulder if she c(oul)d see
instead she moulds white paint like shaving cream
on canvas           letting your beard grow
is useless to her grief
a face   she doesn't know

written in response to Mag 37

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Poem: The Soloist

glossy purple lips pluck
drooping nylon strings
hooked into the muddy gourd  

             before we made a doll out of her skin
      we asked her to extract pulp & seeds
      on the staircase where our tea
      over-steeped, turned bitter
                     we don't recall her name
she's kissing our song

Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 11 October 2010
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Poem: Leaving Autumn

every window opens with the right blade
I let you in my grain

                                  dark home
                            and now regret the light
you let in & left
                            me with only filters
to turn sky sepia
                             and the leaves
                               which will soon fall

written in response to Mag 36

a photograph of a dark wood panel in a door opening to the outside, revealing sepia-toned trees

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