Saturday Poetry Prompt: postmodern love signs

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Dreamt in cheese
of the moon cross, fields for days
we made love on the notion
that moon bathing
under a moon with cheese
was all the more seraphic

subtle for the tropics
and settle for the noises
creeping along your gate,
remember me
the one talking about a mission
to the end of the…

15 September 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: weaving relationships

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She takes my hand, squeezing it through the rain and the lightning shows no pain. The breath, taking sight from the governess of fancy cry dies in the night in the sea which we are over, dreaming of a darkness of light of love of fire of myth.

WE caught…

11 September 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: mourning transitions

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The moon gazes,
another lover dead,
in the woods, naked,
hell and lunar phases,
intertwine with my eyes,
and the wolfish taste,
howling into the night,
with blood on my paws.

Then I wake up
and feel dead again,
lover hasn’t returned my calls,
and I fear the worst. …

08 September 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: speaking with Eros

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The love market clings to the aperitif on the table,
and stimulations and renditions of loving acts starve on the foot heels of bedroom mischief, another slave for a night, for a day, for a dream of you.

You’re the owner — you should know. Playing the moments of promiscuous…

04 September 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: create an “act”

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Danny is doing laundry again,
$2 to wash and $1 to dry
but the dryer doesn’t work too well
so it’s usually 2 or three.

Life is in a transitory stage
when watching clothes spin,
and everything can make sense
for a little while when folding the load.

The dreary…

A Prose Poem

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I seem to be thinking of all the excuses,
from the station to the list of groceries
as to why I never wanted to go to the hospital.

I was bleeding out of my eyes
and glue was between my teeth,
and all the sarcasms were jutting
to the open…

28 August 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: the time you begin

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I wake up early, four in the morning to start the day.
Brush my teeth and consume caffeine.
Hours before the sun rises, pages typed away.

That was the idea.

I woke up around eleven and went to the bathroom.
Flushed. Washed my hands.
Regretted buying an energy drink from the store,

21 August 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: painting the fear

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A little boy
lost in his head,
another flicker of light
overhead again,
and he’s frozen again,
lost in time again,
and a figure
comes out
and not all
is forgiven.
The demon
or something
does his way
without warning.

A man comes out
of a writer’s grave
looking for words of…

25 August 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: lighter breath

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Over coffee and crepes on a Wednesday morning, where the drapes are shedding lint onto the floor and moments and renditions of moments are blasted on the dark roast as reflections of thoughts and memory.

You came to me in a moment of truth when the leaves shifted outside and…

Jesse M. Gonzalez

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