Category Archives: Poetry

Things I’d write if I didn’t have writer’s block

I want to write a letter. A letter to Charlotte. Charlotte Piper, the girl I never had. I want to write about sensible shoes. And how tiresome they can be. Also glass slippers. And how much they can hurt. I … Continue reading

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Drool with me?

This morning, Alison Natasi’s piece “20 Poets on the Meaning of Poetry” in Flavorwire had me drooling. It’s hard to pick a favorite from among such an abundance of riches, but number 9 from Carl Sandburg’s Tentative (First Model): Definitions of … Continue reading

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That thing that the other night I almost told you

We were doing that thing where we whispered things we love and it was your turn to ask and it was my turn to tell and my truest biggest answer was pounding in my chest so hard I thought surely … Continue reading

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Some Neruda for some sadness

Sadness is knocking on my door this morning. It is the house of me she has come to looking for company. The mind does its mind-y thing, and, mind’s job is to know. The mind, especially in the throes of … Continue reading

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Softness

I want to write about softness, about how things can be soft and hard all at once, like your cock last night. And again this morning. Also, I want to write about how the hardest things can bring softness. Like … Continue reading

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Translating Neruda (Agua Sexual)

I share my hometown (Temuco, Chile) with beloved Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Although Neruda died in 1973, when I was just a wee girl, still, I like to think that Neruda and I drank of the same water, breathed the same … Continue reading

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I like you when you are quiet

This morning, apropos of nothing better to do —which is not to say there aren’t many things to do, just, no thing better than translating some favorite lines of verse— I bring you my translation of Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet 15 … Continue reading

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