Tag: poetry
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Poem my kid wrote while playing a madlibs style game on family game night
I have: the universe. I need: you.
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A Ritual for the Dying
Close the windows. Cover the doors in crepe. Light a candle on the floor. Tie coins to the ceiling and leave three eggs in the yard under a new moon. Sing softly. Chase out the flies. Collect all their papers and cross out their names. Open the crypt and air it out. Count the moths.…
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We Got on the Wrong Bus
A skeletal hand was left on the seat Charise wanted. When she poked it, it scrambled under her feet.
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I might be a dungeon
Peering inside, I saw what might have been gray cobblestones, rough-hewn stairs, old pitch torches
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A Letter from Your Love Interest (who is not an Embalmer)
When you leave I’ll preserve you (your memory, I mean). I’ll tuck my dreams of you away in a bed of Egyptian sand for centuries and centuries, until the treasure of your face is uncovered a rich and ancient icon, ossified, priceless. or I’ll dip you in brine (my feelings for you, that is) a…
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Nothing Fun will Happen this Halloween
no goblins will glare out of dark cellar shadows because/ we all know, for quite certain, that monsters aren’t real.
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That Thing Standing Behind You
There’s so little to eat, the icebox is empty Is it too much to ask to dine with a friend?
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That Fish is Going to Eat You
What can you do but scramble for shore?
Lorna D. Keach - Writer 