26Mar 2014 Holly Day

Falling, Flying

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Strapped to her body, weighing not nearly enough to make the sunrise it did when she hit the mushroom cloud that lit up the desert for miles around it would... Read More
editors note:

A suicide bomb’s view – breathtaking. – mh

19Nov 2013 Holly Day

Percale

I can almost see you through the fabric between us, can almost feel your warm skin through the cloth. I can feel the wet spot where your mouth is trying... Read More
19Nov 2013 Holly Day

Narthex

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he climbed inside me even though i told him i was much too small, found a way to get under my skin past the angry bones and red, wet flesh.... Read More
editors note:

Let’em in the lobby an’ they’ll fill up to the altar an’ all, any way you read it! – mh

17Mar 2013 Holly Day

Tick

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the flowers in the garden are screaming, screaming at the sun morning glories uncurl, unfurl, split wide in their song mouths and tongues laid bare against the pink of the... Read More
editors note:

A grandly blooming garden is the height of horticultural horology. You can set your watch by one. – mh

22Jul 2012 Holly Day

Quaking

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I waited for a week for the pens to arrive anticipating the fantastic poems I would write because, really, the best poems I ever wrote were done with black gel... Read More
editors note:

Considering the writing implement choices of some, e.g., the Marquis de Sade, I’d wait for the pens, too. (But, the recording app on that smartphone could help in the interim.) – mh

26Apr 2009 Holly Day

Fusebox

at 3 a.m. you will rise and come to me the computer will stay on, and say this to me before I go to bed my husband says I am... Read More
26Apr 2009 Holly Day

El Castilla

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she/I says fuck you, pay attention to me this, I am, we are standing before you invisible, the voices never loud enough to be heard above the tiny hole inside... Read More
26Apr 2009 Holly Day

18

I have given my father exactly what he wanted since me and my sister were teens-- a baby boy. My father watches my son with eyes so close to love... Read More