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Raw Feedimages that surroundRaw Feed by jade-pandora
us the viewers
thrown to the ground
punctures from skewers
curiously in the back
video down the throat
gasping, the attack
the scream, one note
the cameraman forgot
he meant, intended
in spite the assault
never mind that we saw
that we too also bled
the suspect gets off
DimensionsA photo of you was like a mapDimensions by jade-pandora
with streets and parks
and sites of schools,
and when, one day, we consummated
our growing bond, I almost swooned
as you saw right through me,
feeling vindicated when you
fell in love before we'd met.
I too had always felt the same.
And so, between us, we wrote our book
for all time, to turn page after page
of beloved words, like all the spells
used to conjure renewal of our oath
every year, each day,
with every breath we take.
Custard and cremeYou know what you do to me. You'reCustard and creme by jade-pandora
my lollipop, my Big Stix Popsicle,
the bear claw oozing with jam
that stains my fingers. The sweet, the sour,
and the sticky in my Cantonese takeout rice.
You're a bad boy, the way you influence me,
the way I let you. And yes, we both know
the kind of diabetic I am but, a girl can crave
Oh I'll show you when you get home,
and don't forget the radish sprouts from
Whole Foods on the way, my pet.
Old WolfOld wolfOld Wolf by After-Eden
Do not you give up on me,
you with the bare teeth and raw breath
your fur that is gloomy wet beneath my hands
I slowly uncoil my large intestine and feed it to you
My beautiful one,
strange animal of the North
We sit in tender silence
the crushing rain parades on beyond the field of trees and
this place smells like green tea brewing;
a hot house of earthy feelings and mixed emotions
Your company as real as love
I wait for you
do not you give up on me.
mint in my alchemyBitter windsmint in my alchemy by After-Eden
“Shuffle my limbs around”
embroider me with belonging
let me too be nature
Mint in my alchemy makes me sound,
makes me long for substance.
Pink flowers all
I bloom for you
middle school, high school, college, Work
I grew because you asked me to
now I ask one thing of you
Great mothGreat moth that I amGreat moth by After-Eden
my small black eyes bleary for the Moon,
holding you between my dew drop wings
I chirrup quietly to you
Moon, O' precious Moon
climb down from that untouchable sky
let my radio-wave antennas touch a glimmer of you
a crumb of the Moon is all I ask
beige and tan and buggy
all of my legs belong to you
demon Moon, honey Moon
Moon that God has deemed me too unworthy to taste
I am velvet, I am fur coats still breathing
you you you
Moon of my eyes
my minuscule, fleshy pink heart
this feather body that is pregnant with gold
please let my consuming want be enough for you
The Great Water Debate There was a war going on at the senior complex.The Great Water Debate by xlntwtch
I visited the place to see how my Granny was doing, but she'd left a note on her door that said:
AT REC ROOM - COME SEE ME
That got me worried right there. Granny wasn't your ordinary person. I could think of a million reasons why she'd be evicted, and not one that would make her cheerfully go that close to the office. She had sort of a love/hate relationship with where she lived. As long as things went her way, she was happy. If they didn't, well, she was a force to be reckoned with.
I walked along the cement path between greenery and sent up a little prayer.
"No eviction, please," was all I asked.
I hated the sign beside the office because it said "Welcome Home," and it just didn't have a homey feeling anywhere. Except inside my Granny's apartment and garden. I walked through a mysteriously empty office to the rec room, where I heard
Changing of the Guard I sat pouting and alone in the first meadow when I saw a deer run out of the woods on my right, cross the meadow at top speed, then go into the woods on my left. A moment later, I heard the dogs bark. It made me angry, but there wasn't a thing I could do to get those dogs away from the deer. So I was pouting, alone and mad when the first dog ran across the meadow.Changing of the Guard by xlntwtch
It was the Afghan, head up and silent. Afghans hunt by sight, I knew that much. The other dogs hunted by scent, and they appeared soon after, noses to the ground when they weren't barking. What a racket they made! And I thought I felt low before! I couldn't even sit quietly and feel sorry for myself. Now I had to worry about the deer.
I walked back to the dome and asked Diane if she'd seen her dog lately. She hadn't. Hers was the Afghan. She had a toy poodle as well, but it didn't count. That little bundle of neuroses rarely left her side. Neither the Afghan nor the poodle were well-t