Archive for Relationships
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BED OF TEARS • by Amy Corbin
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I had always been afraid of what giving me “something
to cry about” would feel like. Like soap wedged between
clenched teeth wasn’t a good enough reason. Reason could
have been his belt. Belt thrashing my scrawny legs.
It was true what he’d said about pain. Pain was seeing
that note on the door “evicted”. Evicted [...]
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MEMORIAL • by James Graham
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The stone is ready. In memory of
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our beloved daughter – we accepted
the mason’s English lesson, to omit
‘loving’ before ‘memory’, or else
‘beloved’ before ‘daughter’.The last
of many declarations of this love.
Enough. These are all the words
the stone will say.
I have crossed the waste land, almost all the way.
I have stumbled over dead boughs utterly dry of sap, [...]
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SATURN ON MY SOLE • by Richard M. O’Donnell
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I wake to see Saturn on my sole
Inspirational, Relationships
a child’s glow-in-the-dark sticker
stuck to the bottom of my shoe
radiating from the bedroom floor
like the moon to the earth
reminding me of the infinity of space.
I close my eyes.
Outside
a billion constellations swirl in an emptiness
beyond my comprehension
but I’m grounded
by my daughter’s penny sticker
stuck to the bottom of my soul.
Richard [...]
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THE DANCE OF THE SUN AND THE MOON • by dj barber
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Literary, Relationships
That moment,
between Sunday’s rest,
Monday’s grind.
Third game broadcasted now complete,
he yawns, shaking his head as he exits the den,
his office pool 8-6.
Marathon of lust and betrayal concludes, Lifetime’s best,
she sighs, wishing for the excitement other lives lead,
but too afraid to return that bearded smile at work.
Moondance at midnight,
back-to-back,
not quite touching.
That moment
between Sunday’s rest,
Monday’s [...]
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TOP-HEAVY • by Richard M. O’Donnell
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Tan sandals
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white socks
long, pale legs
disappear into Daisy Dukes
but Ohio springs are deceptive
morning promises summer
noon delivers winter
forcing the naive co-ed
crossing against the light
to bundle back into her parka
creating a top-heavy costume
so disproportionate to the season
I want to shout, “Put your pants on!”
Not for modesty sake
but because I know
like any father knows
she’s cold.
Richard M. O’Donnell’s works have [...]
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THE ALLIGATOR XYLOPHONE • by Lucien E. G. Spelman
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My son tows the
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plastic alligator xylophone behind.
He is everything that I want to be;
risible, willful, daring.
Full of woodnotes.
Free of skepsis.
True.
He is laying a trail for me to follow.
My impatience of his tiny steps
reveals me to me.
I am hardly yet who I want to be;
worrying, wrinkled, naff.
Full of scorn.
Free of romp.
True.
I am laying a trail for [...]
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GRACE UNEXPECTED • by Tyrean Martinson
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Struggling to keep
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my head up out
of the mire of
discontent and
frustrated angry words,
I hide from my
seven year-old
daughter who uses
words like weapons.
I know where she
learned to do that.
It shames me.
So I hide
In my room
Hoping for some
Reprieve,
some grace
From God, so I don’t
say the wrong thing.
I ask for mercy,
Wisdom or just
an escape for
a moment.
There is silence.
So I return
To find [...]
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THICKLY WITH ME • by Catherine Langford
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Do you know I think about leaving you and
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what it is that I leave?
It is this: your thick outside scent that cloys in my throat,
those rough woollen jumpers, unwashed, so full of you.
Battered jeans, torn and oil stained
always too long, worn to an arch at each heel.
Gumboots, green-soled, brand new, no leaks.
Greying stubble that makes [...]
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THE BLUE OF MY EYE • by Amanda Fall
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It’s not your death that stuns me, Grandma, not after your
Other, Relationships
slow fade from warrior who high-kicked grasshoppers
to shrinking woman, restless legs tangled in sheets,
trapped on the mattress, your final home.
I knew the time would come, the phone would ring. I even
dreamed of you, a few days before: that I lay sleeping on
the golf course — [...]
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SHE SAID • by Sharon L. Shannon
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Other, Relationships
You cannot draw my pictures for me,
she said
by the confident way she entered the room,
in her refusal to look at the floor
so close to her eyes.
You cannot decide who I must be,
she emphasized
by crossing her legs and spreading bags and books
across the table as if she owned the place;
the casual way she sipped her chai
without [...]

