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Scribblings in awe of poetry, transitions, mutations and death. Here are some of my poems:. Yellow Star, at. Harlow’s Monkeys at. Ontogeny one, philogeny zero, at This Literary Magazine. Incidentaloma, Unspoken,. Chronic Sorrows, in Scythe. The Most, in IthacaLit. Love is too dear a coin to spare in Lily. In the Wing-flap of a Fly in. The American Journal of Nursing. Rummaging the Sacristy at. I first saw cancer at. Pain Scale at the. Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine. Heist, Aging,. A piece a day.
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Risa Denenberg | risa's pieces
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Scribblings in awe of poetry, transitions, mutations and death. Author Archives: Risa Denenberg. August 3, 2015. No, I’m still living in Sequim, Washington. But my blog has moved to: http:/ www.risadenenberg@weebly.com. Outsider by Risa Denenberg (Where I Live Poetry and Photography Series). March 10, 2015. Originally posted on Silver Birch Press. July 1, 2013. February 10, 2013. Poem at Lavender Review … and. December 6, 2011. Poem up at Mudlark. October 21, 2011. My poem, Eating the Seed Corn, is up on...
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Outsider by Risa Denenberg (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series) | risa's pieces
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Scribblings in awe of poetry, transitions, mutations and death. Outsider by Risa Denenberg (Where I Live Poetry and Photography Series). March 10, 2015. I live in a small town of recovered alcoholics. Who go to weeknight meetings to drink coffee. And gossip: who versus who, where, how often,. When These good people also go to church. On Sundays to hear sermons drawn from within. The town’s close-cropped borders and offer prayers. To heal sins they will later talk about over pork. Ciabatta at the Longhouse.
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Poem up at Mudlark | risa's pieces
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Scribblings in awe of poetry, transitions, mutations and death. Poem at Lavender Review … and →. Poem up at Mudlark. October 21, 2011. Eating the Seed Corn. Is up on Mudlark, an electronic journal that has been publishing poems on-line since 1995, and was an early exemplar for internet poetry. I’m delighted to be on Bill Slaughter’s site again, a decade after he published. The Conversion of Saint Jon. Eating the Seed Corn. Felt like a sequel to the Jon poems. It is also in tribute to Ben Lerner. A click ...
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Not a poem « dummy
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18 Sep 2013, 9:20am. I went camping last weekend and I think I left my poetry in the woods. 20 Aug 2013, 9:39am. Four words as invocation. 9 Aug 2013, 1:47pm. I feel like I’m shuffling a deck of cards here but the cards are poems, some higher value than others, but beyond that I’m not really sure if any of them are particularly any. Like, in an intrinsic way. 14 Jul 2013, 3:57pm. Throwing atom bombs on top of marshmallows. 14 Jul 2013, 3:38pm. Poem, damn you. Larr; Previous Post. Avocado for your mess kit.
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Lyrics to a song « dummy
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21 May 2015, 10:31am. Lyrics to a song. Think I don’t think. Hope I don’t hope. Remember me a mirror for my brain. To take more ugly selfies. Shroud for my cock. I see people I see flies. What do I spy with my little eye. Colors clothes landscapes matches. Parolees problems aliens and sitcoms. Obama is my president. Brandishing my thought like, what. Storms of generosity when you consider. AR Ammons and science. What to make of. A guy on tumblr making art from birdswings. When I will see. Pot to piss in.
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21 May 2015, 10:31am. Lyrics to a song. Think I don’t think. Hope I don’t hope. Remember me a mirror for my brain. To take more ugly selfies. Shroud for my cock. I see people I see flies. What do I spy with my little eye. Colors clothes landscapes matches. Parolees problems aliens and sitcoms. Obama is my president. Brandishing my thought like, what. Storms of generosity when you consider. AR Ammons and science. What to make of. A guy on tumblr making art from birdswings. When I will see. Pot to piss in.
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Sunny D is not a vitamin « dummy
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28 Apr 2015, 12:52pm. Sunny D is not a vitamin. That old litany of someone you know versus. Someone you just want to have a baby with. Child rearing and egos. People slipping in and out of your home like. Shadows in the mud room. What was the name of that dog. Was it blood and grass, mold, what was it. Best for this detergent. I think this time. You might bleach your eyeballs with lime. If you don’t like what you see. Many people see me. Many, my aunt at seventy-five. She looked so lovely.
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Does the pope wear a hat « dummy
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16 Jun 2015, 12:11pm. Does the pope wear a hat. Purple luncheon holstein holler. It’s a thin material a wicking material. It’s a shirt for a bicycle. I find it cosmically unafraid and filter out the bad. First things are called exactly what they are. Then you are running around a lot. Probably trying your high protein low carb. Spinning in spinning class. Exercising on a wheel. Naturally you are looking good there too. Those squats are really good for your glutes. But look at all those sweaty gym clothes.
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The Wind's Broken Corners: May 2007
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The Wind's Broken Corners. May 30, 2007. A Gathering of old Phrases. It was not like any dream: here no fence or barb-wire. Allows for the jumping of the sheep I never counted:. One, two, three sheep, the usual story. Here the cattails. Bend, unbend, at this lean hour. It means nothing but. The wind shuffles them, in the heat it is strong. In the. Dream, there is a lake I call Lake Como of seaweed. And Lake Where Horses Enters The Sea. One after another,. 8212;what—my body? May 28, 2007. Less like a leave.
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