Long Pillowcases Poems

The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I became a...

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As I empty a bag and look over the donations in it
I think, “Geezus why; not even I would willingly take any of this!
If I didn’t work here taking donations, I’d throw it all in...

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We were bloody.
Bearing the weight 
of a gaping moon like 
young Titans- 
full of arrogant imagination. 
We ran, hellbent.
House after house
playing tricks- 
casting spells with 
veracious foolishness. 
That first pumpkin was 
my stepfather. I watched...

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The morning after
I wake up to my pillows talking to me
Your are gone but they say you were here
You left some time in the night after I said you couldn't stay 
Even after all that...

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When the moon crochets a pattern so subtle that I think I can hear it;
This is fluid feeling; this is a force I cannot replicate.
A calm silence in the silence- I can feel it. 

You’re...

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Ode to breathe 

With every word, 
every decision and every cry,
comes a breath. 
Unnoticed. 
Barely noticed. 

A dry desert throat, lined with thorns,
forcing each wheezing breath to keep its host alive. 
And then suddenly,
a tsunami...

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“Shouldn't we wash the pillow cases on these pillows?”
I say while thinking back to my face in the mirror breaking out, covered in grotesque red bumps my pimples have past the point of being categorized...

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His eyes cower under the weight of prescription leaflets;
Side effects are augmenting the blaze of the pyre that
Depression built. Glowing bright- static, and indifferent to the soaking of logs meant to slow the ignition.
At the...

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Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
nineteen~ninety~two
when I wore my shoes...

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As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile 
of sheets, pillowcases, 
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.

What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of...

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I fell this morning-
Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings
Kissing the distance of sanity 
Defying gravity 
Levitating toward the inevitable 

Plunging into the comfort of solace fed into my spirit as joy becomes mine 
Shoulders...

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Snipes are a kind of bird, difficult to spot
because they’re quiet  and they hide a lot –
a kind of cross ‘twixt stool pigeon and an owl,
it is a bird that deserves to be called...

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Plaid pillowcases, paisley sheets, polka dotted comforter,
               The brand name designers can throw this together
      ...

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The moonlight shines perfectly on a town.
The sounds of Halloween are whistling by. 
When you look closer you will see orange and purple lights on houses.
Blow up ghosts or ghouls sitting on top of the...

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The River's overflowing
These days it never stops
There's a flood in my backyard
And it's boiling to the top.
The tides are all muddied
Rocks at every turn
No shore in site,
Still I'm swimming for my life.
My raft sprang a...

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I woke up on the floor again this morning, 
Remembered what it was had laid me low.
That hardwood wasn’t meant to be a mattress, 
But ever since she left I’ve made it so.

I curse the...

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The paths and streets have worn the soles...
  scraped the feet,  this journey has seen this soul's defeat
At every turn the hope was dashed
   ...the love fell through as feelings clashed
A...

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They fall, cascading down your cheeks
When you are happy and sad.

The fulfillment of a true miracle 
Or the loss of that miracle 
Breaks the peace of serene eyes.

Pinches, pokes, and lashes across
Your ego erupt in...

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