Navita

Jesus, Hannah. You've gotten good.

This. Waiting for a moment breaking against stained-glass windows. If, she said, you run. Beautiful. Some others lost focus strangely in the imagery towards some parts, but in this one, ...

Yes, you people here really know how to capture my attention. Dreams. Could discuss them for days. I dreamed last night of roadmaps of glass in my palms, the dip ...

the way muscle melds to bone, hollow and unpeeled. their own bodies arch for movement Mmm...hypnotic. Try 'melts.' Fuses? Crushes? Clips? Slips? Not sure, but I know what you're trying ...

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Define dead .

like lolita, it draws me and screws me and spits me out in such a spasm of shame but still i ask for your audience by name and i get ...

Oh, lovely. Most on YWS will well you I leap up and down for double meanings, dualities. Clearly, you know how to handle them very effectively; the double-meaning created by ...

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Oh, I missed your poetry.

sometimes I wonder how much death works, how much it would take to stop you from feeling your fingertips and the way the earth cracked in them, fractured finger bones. ...

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Oh, God. If you post poetry here as delicious as this and some of your recent ones, you may find me vaguely incoherent for some time. Doing wonders for my ...

Aha. It seems I need to read more Mary Oliver. While I dislike her pacing, enjambments, with there being something too slow and stagnant, if there's anything I can say, ...

my work is generally short, I'm afraid. And I love you for it. I dream of ordinary things - chairs, lamps, rugs and doors; small nothings to furnish this great ...