Category: poetry
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Is this all the women I can be?
i am dead tired to my bones writing about women withered by life—who had her face in the cup of her beautiful bruised plams and cried for the yearnings she had to toss in the river. i am dead tired to my bones reading every poetic masterpiece about heart broken women.who can now only live…
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unlike swans
we slow danced to blue moon by Dean Martin that night we had a German wine and he talked about politics, war, love, man kind, money and the wonders he believed. he told me i looked so beautiful like a swan. no,no he uttered and then he said i looked lovely like the night sky…
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what a home can look like
what i have learned is thathome is not always a four walled placewith dining table and fancy family portraitsit is the palace you seek in other people’s livesit is a place in your mother’s heart,the warmth of your fathers hug,the bottle of drink you share with your friends. sometimes it is the sky that tellsand…
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story about nothing
i reek of self hatred even after every shower.there’s month old laundry dumped, and cob webs begging to be cleaned for good. that half a can of beer hasn’t been drunk because i bought a new one which still tastes the samebut makes me feel i am less sick now i reek of alcohol and…
Prena Poetry 