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Jun.26.2010
Fantastic review of Saints & Cannibals today on The Feminist Review. She compares me to Lorde and Forche -- me! This is going to make my month.
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Jun.22.2010
Silver
The sandals I stole from Kmart.
The lighter you used on the ivy,
the dumpster. The padlock on the
refrigerator after Sara's fight with
Mom. The polish Sara dabbed
on her nails, and Mom's seashells
in the top shelf basket. The pit bull's
collar as he dove against his chain, little
grunts...
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Jun.03.2010
Ramona the Fallen
Crooked, rectangular eyes.
The stench of the horses
we knit ourselves to. Her ears
clotted with gold/diamond circles
she tugged until her scabs opened
their mouths. Hurling down her
shining silver pony, she broke
the fence with her collar-bone --
the poles banging together
with a...
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May.30.2010
Tuesday, Chico
The hotel swimming pool,
full of floppy children and
chemical stink. The fly
dying on my nightstand.
A quarter and magic fingers
for two minutes. Orange
diamond, black diamond,
orange -- the bedspread reeks
of bleach and violets. I need
to understand some things,
you said, some...
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May.30.2010
Tuesday, Chico
The hotel swimming pool,
full of floppy children and
chemical stink. The fly
dying on my nightstand.
A quarter and magic fingers
for two minutes. Orange
diamond, black diamond,
orange -- the bedspread reeks
of bleach and violets. I need
to understand some things,
you said, some...
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May.24.2010
Lines Excised from the 5th Poem About Your Death
Then you said, I'm not really your mother. How, when you took off your shirt, I saw your black-winged bra cupping your freckled breasts. The Wednesday when you told me you couldn't answer my call last night because you had someone's cock in your...
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May.18.2010
Dream Dog
Barking bangs from the corners of the garage.
Drool pools in your lap. Face the size of the
horizon, scummed puddle eyes, muzzle and grey
gums. Black hide, burned at the elbows and chin
to pink. Your snot-smeared hands, struggling
with the rope. Paws scrabbling like falling pigeons.
The...
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May.11.2010
Beaver, Cat, Clam
Think of it as a small
tender beast. With large
deformed paws. With a razor-
wire necklace. Think of it
as your mother once she's
drunk, when she has forgotten
her second language and can
only swear at you in Russian.
Think of it as a cop
on a Segueway, as a cop on a
Segueway in...
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Apr.30.2010
After the Accident
seatbelts hanging us upside/down can’t feel my right wrist
still a little stoned on teenaged sex and the fight about the...
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Apr.23.2010
How she learned to ride the subway by herself
How the button to her skirt kept popping open.
How she wouldn't tell anyone but him how she lost her thumb.
How he checked the websites for new girls each night when he thought she was sleeping.
How her ankle wouldn't heal.
How she walked as if she...
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Apr.17.2010
Equinox
The street buckles under her feet. Her purse
swings like the sun on fast-forward. The glitter
of dimes in the gutter, on her knees.The German
shepherd charging, restrained. Apologies whispered,
shouted. Restrained twice. Hot breath builds
its own atmosphere on her cheek. A high tin...
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Apr.06.2010
The First Symptoms
No, I'm the monster, he says. Eyes
behind round tortoiseshell glasses
shift left, then up, redden. But
broccoli, she answers, I like broccoli
on my toast. Her purple lips
exactly match her fingernails.
He asks about their child,
part pony, part cat. The cop
looms over them,...
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Apr.05.2010
Me and my tattoo are up at Tattoos Day. As part of national poetry month.
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Mar.31.2010
A poem in two parts:
Mousy Blonde
My cat drags a movie star onto my feet while I'm sleeping. Under the covers, on top of my feet! The movie star is wet and still. My first thought, octopus under my toes, then I wake up shrieking. The cat shrieks in response and plummets into a wall. When I...
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Mar.23.2010
I'm looking to give away free copies of my new book (Saints & Cannibals) in exchange for reviews (they don't have to be positive; don't worry!) If you have a connection to a journal/website/zine and regularly write reviews, please back channel me.
You can read more about the book here:...
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About Christine
Christine Hamm is a PhD candidate in English Literature at Drew University. She won the MiPoesias First Annual Chapbook Competition with her manuscript, Children Having Trouble with Meat. Her poetry has been published in The Adirondack Review, Pebble Lake...
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