7Oct 2026 Trier Ward

Vicodin and pink wine

Vicodin and pink wine Don’t mix on divine trips to the Back of the recliner Where I get in The most insane conversations I must have forgotten why I’m here-... Read More
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But when they do, best get out of the way. – mh clay

4Nov 2025 Trier Ward

The Gaza Experiment

The subjects are only animals- though we must keep ethics in mind, when exposing them to traumatic images that can alter their cerebral cortex, permanently damage them. The experiment, given... Read More
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Well, Animals? When will we? – mh clay

17Aug 2025 Trier Ward

Medusa Medusa

I open my mouth and all that comes out are SCREAMS- snakes for hair turning men to stone, flying through the air, I snatch my bow and arrow, ready to... Read More
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Who’s the hero now? – mh clay

5Mar 2025 Trier Ward

Mortality

Sometimes I feel every bone in my skeleton grind. Sometimes I see through my pale skin. All the delicate ribs and succulent bits of lung clinging- There is nothing in... Read More
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Our only mark is made in the mirror. (This is one from Trier’s new collection, The Art of Escape. You can get your copy on Amazon or at www.trierward.com. Congratulations, Trier!)- mh clay

1Nov 2021 Trier Ward

Darkness

Born in blessed darkness, Born in a bloody field, Born without eyes, Born without a shield. . . You can take all my clothes, you can read that last note,... Read More
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A legacy of longevity arrested and unborn. – mh clay

13Jan 2021 Trier Ward

Poppers

We never had the rules of monogamy. We never had anybody’s rules. I guess that made us special, living outside the boundaries of what everybody expects. But I guess it’s... Read More
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Gain the foresight to have hindsight. Thanks for the change. – mh clay

12Jun 2019 Trier Ward

Star Flesh

What makes me cum isn’t the cock-strong engineer fueling my demise, it’s the rope and the razor in the evening’s reprise. So careful to cut only the far inner thigh.... Read More
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We cannot help but tiptoe to the brink, to gaze With morbid fascination at our own destruction. – mh clay

3Feb 2018 Trier Ward

I want to open myself

I want to open myself like a flag unfurling in the hot wind of the night, like a wave of froth undulating before the soft sandy shore, like a flower... Read More
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Ever close, never closed; open at last. – mh clay

3Dec 2016 Trier Ward

Expect

I once knew a poet capable of torture, beautiful, full of the fire of himself. I broke my heart upon him. Now it hurts less because I don’t expect him... Read More
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No expectations; yet, hope for the poet in us all. (Read another of Trier’s missives; the ultimate selfie – check it out on her page.) – mh clay

2Dec 2016 Trier Ward

Entrapped

I want to go out and buy a mirror so I can show you myself in purple and black. But a light rain has come in, casting a gray veil... Read More
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A desert flower, crying to be seen. – mh clay