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Poetic Interlude CXXII

I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in artifice, craft yourself for the … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXXI

  Literature By Tyler J. Yoder O! You be Ryder – I’ll be Flyte – I’ll gently go to your good night. Travel through my antique land Leaving footprints on the sand. Bowl your heart right down the street – … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVIII

Vanity By Tyler J. Yoder I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVII

Dreams and Landscapes By Tyler J. Yoder     You’re old enough to lie, aren’t you, darling? It’s life at all that’s so hard: In the uninhabitable hours, I dally with my memories of you, Then I put on a … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVI

Courtship By Tyler J. Yoder           It was a foundation, and also a word, in the wickedest man I know, A few drinks in the story of its birth. I am far too small for answers, … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXV

Like the Very Gods by Sappho Like the very gods in my sight is he who sits where he can look in your eyes, who listens close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness murmur in love and … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXIV

A History of Sexual Preference By Robin Becker We are walking our very public attraction through eighteenth-century Philadelphia. I am simultaneously butch girlfriend and suburban child on a school trip, Independence Hall, 1775, home to the Second Continental Congress. Although … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXIII

Transcendence By Tyler J. Yoder Miss DuBarry sighed, for though She knew that she could never know The shifting gender of her beau – She only knew she loved them so.

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Poetic Interlude CXII

Animals By Frank O’Hara Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXI

Little Red Riding Hood By Ania Walwicz I always had such a good time, good time, good time girl. Each and every day from morning to night. Each and every twenty-four hours I wanted to wake up, wake up. I … Continue reading

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