Tag Archives: journaling

evenings from my bathtub

And from the gutted ivory I birthed an immense quiet. In the lateness, the walls and the tiles stretching, sinking into a greater configuration. There were the hollows beneath my tongue, caverns deeper than moons, than the ends of god. … Continue reading

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two poems

(you may recognize the earlier versions of these two poems as two separate pieces that I’ve already featured on this blog. I was unsatisfied with them, however, and some heavy edits were in order, so here they are, complete! – … Continue reading

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subtle teething

Nights spent at the pool, drives home where streetlights pinwheeled through wet eyelashes.These were years broken fingers, sores. Early morning by the garage, so many orange peels and the small spines of fish. In those days, there was tenderness and … Continue reading

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3 hours too late & sweet rot

  three sisters sweet as thirsty mouths. three sisters always in the losing. teeth flossed with cotton candy and burnt days seen through my teeth. neighborhoods of one storied houses, chain link fences. all was scrape and a drowned burn, … Continue reading

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Kateri gets a tumblr

Like the title suggests, yes, I finally caved in and decided to create a blog on tumblr. For awhile now I had been a fan of the tumblr community as an outsider and kept tabs on a few stunning poetry … Continue reading

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Nostalgia

Memories as milk-light, as dissolving sugar, right eye bruised. Being young, I feel that my years are divided into halves where, in the first half, I become aware of something about life or myself and am left to understand/cope with … Continue reading

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Sore Throat

something is rusting in my throat, the ends of summer, i kept the apology meant for you//i’m growing smaller, honey-hay cottage, i still keep the postcards//i only see swan painted air, gaslights dissolve sweet on tongue, i fold the day … Continue reading

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