
Bringing
Sun said to Iris: /
“I bring forth a new Spring day. /
You bring forth new life.”
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Bringing
Sun said to Iris: /
“I bring forth a new Spring day. /
You bring forth new life.”
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Shots fired
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, throaty, rattling sounds,
Bringing men to their knees and to the ground.
If my vagina fired rounds.
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At the range the other day,
Man sidled up, “Let’s play.”
He pulled out his little gun.
I fired mine and watched him run.
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, provocative, throaty sounds,
Bringing men down to the ground.
If my vagina fired rounds.
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Cock the hammer and squeeze just right,
Feel the tension release its might.
Trigger quickens to the right touch
As do I, then I release so much.
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Listen ammosexuals, I aspire
To all the things you desire:
To live untrammeled by regulation,
Or laws that bind me to subjugation.
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, provocative, throaty, sounds,
Bringing men to knees and ground.
Would my vagina then be profound?
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Holding
Winter evening hues /
paint the troubled sky at dusk /
dark into night.
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Winter
Dusk hung in her mind. /
Blood red painted against the sky. /
Winter mood unfolds.
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In a moment
Dying autumn leaf, /
Whisper now how winter comes: /
With love or without?
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Wind
Like birds on a wire, /
Waiting for inspiration, /
My thoughts ache for wind.
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Haiku in the fall
Haiku in the fall. /
Stripped of ornamentation, /
words live sparingly.
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Seeds
Autumn seeds descend. /
Winter’s cold underworld. /
Spring’s ghost whispers hope.
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Wings
Wings turned to the sun, /
spreading gentle hymns to the light. /
Spring songs without words.
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Life
Life is sorrowful /
But fool that I truly am /
I love you, always.
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