"Whimsy's Muse" - a poem written 4/10/2024
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"Untrusting Free Verse" - a poem written 4/16/2024
I'm suspicious but ignorant.
I'm astrology itself.
I'm the naked eye on Saturn
assuming it's a star
because I belong to a child,
or am one. I'm the infomercial
for Zoobooks. And I'm a ten-dollar
art set with markers that come
dried out. And the good markers
I crushed to make puddles
of color—I'm those as well.
I'm Lizzie McGuire on a 12-inch TV.
No, I'm Kate. I'm an outfit rememberer.
I'm a compliment collector.
I'm a purveyor of vanity
and a paper doll-making prodigy
and I'm the dolls. I am paper.
I'm still blank on the back.
Reuse me. Remember me.
Cut me out. And some slack.
I am far too suspicious. I am going to shreds.
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"Myrrha's Son" - a poem written 4/08/2024
Inspired by the passage in The Wild Irish Girl (1806) by Sydney Owenson, Lady Morgan:
In short, there are a thousand little fugitive graces playing around her, which are not beauty, but the cause of it; and were I to personify the word spell, she should sit for the picture.
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Excerpt of Jane Eyre (1847) by English novelist Charlotte Brontë (1816–1855)
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"Lines on Pondering the Plural Form of Zeus" - a free verse poem written 3/29/2024
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"Bored Watcher" - a poem written 3/28/2024
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"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024
I have to sneak into your desk—
I've calculated every risk—
I have to test out all your pens
and blot out with them my chagrins.
I have an urge for every ink—
for every mark I make I rank
the color and the thickness.—In
my rainbow correspondent brain
this is the peak of knowledge—yes,
the summit of my study's bliss.
I snoop and steal to these fair ends—
my paper keeps exotic winds.
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"Purple Pen Sedoka" - a poem written 4/27/2020
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