January 19, 2009 Smoke spirals in tiny fumes thunder and rumbling the clapping & heartbeats the lips & the legs caressing & exchanging of those looks those eyes and pumping veins with the adrenaline of the bass. And what's best, is the bubbles in the … Continue reading Poetry: Lunar Bowl, Blue Springs, MO
Author: damacavia
Poetry: Fountain Hills, AZ
The cacti grow straight here or in tiny cozy bushels I wonder what it would've been like to grow up here in the heat in the dust A girl with sweaty pigtails with rusty car parts between the rickety swingset the last place a Starbucks … Continue reading Poetry: Fountain Hills, AZ
Poetry: A Tuesday Two Days Ago
2006 It's not that I've stopped caring for you and only wish for your demise. I am not that simple. But I do hope you're feeling regret. It hurts so much more to think that you think you made the right decision. I do hope … Continue reading Poetry: A Tuesday Two Days Ago
Poetry: Ode to Italy
2006 So, as they say, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." So I didn't shave my legs, and I made no effort to speak English, and I never (God forbid) formed a queue and I let my dog crap everywhere, and the homeless, … Continue reading Poetry: Ode to Italy
Poem: Summer Skin
2006 Summer is creeping upon us With each hot breath of air through my window at night And it wraps its humid hands around my ankles as I touch the rosy cheeks in the mirror Sheets are useless and blankets - out of the question … Continue reading Poem: Summer Skin
Poetry: A Rap*, or TW (Trigger Warning)
Bring it, I wanna sing it But I can't breathe, so I cheat it Suckin' and touchin', it's not my heart that you're lovin' Just my cl*t Feeling this scratch you can't itch My hot rhymes that I spit Touchin' my lips Bitchin', no longer … Continue reading Poetry: A Rap*, or TW (Trigger Warning)
Poetry: April 4th, 2006
2006 Wednesdays were always the days that didn't count The days when I checked the mail Days when it was my turn to do the dishes Wednesdays meant nothing to no one But you called me While I was elbow deep in soap bubbles And … Continue reading Poetry: April 4th, 2006
V-D (and Bonus Poem)
First of all, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any one I might have known or met between the years of 2002 and 2014. I had no idea what I was doing. The list includes, but is not limited to: My poor … Continue reading V-D (and Bonus Poem)
An Accident, A Mistake
Originally published in Watershed Literature and Arts Magazine, 2012 Awarded the Moorman Prize for Prose, 2012 She is the only one in the family with a smorgasbord of freckles covering her body. She is the only one in the family with the most photogenic smile. … Continue reading An Accident, A Mistake
Poetry: Subconscious Salvation
2006 Only when the night comes Am I reminded of all the disappointment and the reality of everything Maybe it is something about the solitude - and Silence - Of the blackness of nocturnal existence That suddenly stirs my mind Where the only lullaby being … Continue reading Poetry: Subconscious Salvation
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