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Through the Glass
A Poem by
AmandaRios
“Life, what is it but a dream?” -Through the Looking glass-Lewis Carroll Through the Glass Madame Magnolia places fingertips upon..
Kitchen Countertops
A Poem by
AmandaRios
Kitchen Countertops I am welcomed by fingers and toes Under a hot sun deep into August Shadows wave goodbye as the sun Shies away from the..
I Too Have Felt His Kick
A Poem by
AmandaRios
I Too Have Felt His Kick I capture insects with vinegar Like honey licked off unwashed hands After long days of shoveling sins with crucifix..
He is Hymn
A Poem by
AmandaRios
He is Hymn Switch like sticks Tear at my backbone Lacerate hands Assisted by barbed wire I, ..
She Whispers Through the Tree
A Poem by
AmandaRios
She Whispers Through the Tree Eve is the reason for woman’s despair Like a w***e not even she could resist temptation And made from..
I Want to Meet You In a Different Language
A Poem by
AmandaRios
I Want to Meet You In a Different Language Say it: Say nostalgic dreams Are God-like in any language Make them move Say lonely: ..
Overbearing Clock Radios Work On Their Own Time
A Poem by
AmandaRios
Overbearing Clock Radios Work On Their Own Time Yours truly, fixates fear upon fixtures Forever fearless I lay in the rust of pipes Leaking..
I Could Drown In This Tub
A Poem by
AmandaRios
“Water baptism does not save you, as much as people sometimes think it does. Water baptism is a commemoration of the death, burial, and resurr..
Gravedigger’s Song
A Poem by
AmandaRios
Gravedigger’s Song Soulfully, I hear his song Breathe in the vernacular in which he speaks For the dead is accompanied Ergo a sl..
Breadwinner
A Poem by
AmandaRios
Breadwinner May Joan of Arc bury my carcass under beds of coal As I shamefully await a sweet sloom To save me from my unbearable ennui of ..
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