Long Handprint Poems

The letter I find on my hotel bedside table,
after waking up by sunrise for the first time in six months,
Somewhere,
there is a museum of unfinished surgeries
where You can reach inside the exhibits and finally touch...

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sensory grass

tickles your toes
soft pokes
every word is a stroke
of a blade
not a brush

a lawnmower in the distance
breaks the silence
what the hell…
the smell of fresh-cut grass
and the moisture
that lingers on its smell
you know…retains it

(like the soft...

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I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could...

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You know not why you're now here, 
just that you are bound by fear- 
(and a couple incised wires) 
watching me, enticed with pliers. 
Naked, cold, taught, and crying, 
you can't move, although you're trying. 
All stretched out, upon your stomach, 
odors...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your...

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The stilled portrait tells of a past
A past where the painted girl in blue ran wild
Dandelions clutched in her small fists
A penny in a wishing well
Her ear pressed to a conch
Wanting
Hoping
Needing to know you really...

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Everything about this place reminds me of you

From the couch where you once sat to the bed we used to lay in 

From the kitchen where I once cooked for you to the bathroom where...

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You are the warmth that cloaks my fragile structure.
Emotional to pecks and blows; goosebumps to the chill of the autumn breeze.
You are characterized by scars.
Your color washed over me,
beautifully dark.
You stretch and expand and make...

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In the corner of a room is a showcase
received from a library rummage sale.
It's being utilized differently than
its original purpose for the public.
It is now very much a family focus.

On top of the case are...

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Diaries left open and letters framed,
chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone.
Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – 
enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside.

There’s a recording of his...

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I saw her down the street

Her brown eyes arresting me

I stood startled; She hid behind

Her pig-tail was a giveaway

Her handprint on the wall;

a consolation of innocence

I walked to her;

She looked down

at her muddy feet,peeping toenails

My...

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Slime covers esily
It’s engulfing, digesting
Like an acid dissolving with a noticeable hiss
Diffusing into the brain

And just not leaving, Never leaving
It spreads from the handprint
It dampens the cloth and drips

I shuffle

The apology reaches my ears after
But...

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If all of eternity can be measured in the palm of God’s hand, 
And if every created world is His handiwork, then who can
Challenge Him in what He creates, what He paints, and what
He destroys?

For...

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The Handprint



                  Sliding down the misted glass the handprint slips away
       ...

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I see life as a wonderful journey.
Each day is a new thread of life.
The intricate weave of our journey.
Worries, fulfilment, excitement and strife.
These are needed in all of our journeys.
When our paths cross the we...

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I awake in the morning at the breaking of day,
I go out for you see it's my time to pray.
With the quietness all around me his voice i can hear,
As i walk thru the dew,...

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Our trust is in you Oh God- not family members or friends.
You are our source Oh God- on you we can depend.
The enemy will often tell us- no one is around.
But you are always there-...

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I find my memories, to be
a collection of convoluted excursions
from every moment lived out of place and time
like the handprint of Paleolithic Art
that says... I was there

Could that my memories be manufactured
and not lived, how...

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Although it is he who had his bottom spanked
No tears stream down his face
It is my handprint that the pain can thank
And I am the one who is disgraced

His wrong was much lesser than mine
As...

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Where inside this skull
(this soon to be abandoned cave),
is mind?

Not an ever-dying brain,
but ‘mind’
that infinite capacity
of higher cognizance.

Did death leave us like this,
with jawbone open in a jarring grin
and nothing more?

Gum-less teeth chatter no tales.

Will...

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Silent soul
Sitting next to the devil
Nobody knows
What's gonna happen next

That silent kid
Doesn't want to live anymore

Agreed to bad things
So that he would be accepted

But the handprint on his body
Can't forgive others sin

He was just 15
When...

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Never crossed my mind 
When I get attached into wind's clothes 
While it runs noisy in our courtyard home,
 
I'll stumble suddenly: 
In filament spiders in upper door of home, 
In my father's handprint on...

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