Cut and Paste Poetry. A Macabre Project.

  1.  Lunch Hour Macabre Death.  Hold on.  Come back.Clutch at my young throatThis is a game we used to playBut I was so afraidCarve away the stoneHow do theyClimb the stairsBreak down the wallRetreat to the sparkling darkness holding handsUntil I faint Press close enoughAnd it is quiet.Kiss felt likeI was trapped in memoriesAgainst the […]

Daddy Ancient, Daddy Gone

( (inspired by the ghost of Sylvia Plath’s poem DADDY, on this, the 50th anniversary of her death.  Rest in Peace, goddess poet.) Daddy ancient, Daddy gone Daddy harmful, Daddy past No love without conditions You slam the door   Daddy Bastard Daddy Fool   You Do Not Do   Twenty years of dust Layering […]