| Bottled Soul
| | Listen to this poem read by the author here: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=13243695&blogID=427690210 Bottled Soul I want to take your soul, with its smoke-rimmed... | | Words: | 451 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Girl Who Still Believes in Pink Sunflowers
| | The Girl Who Still Believes in Pink Sunflowers There's a reason why her watch doesn't tell time and why she won't meet you wearing comfortable shoes but will seem to be standing above the ones she... | | Words: | 424 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sacre Cœur
| | Sacre Cœur... | | Words: | 394 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Underneath Parisian Streets
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry Sieved leaves Lie straddling Sidewalk grates. Autumnal fructose Seeps between Rusty crossbars, Nourishing a city,... | | Words: | 499 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dilution
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry Ashtray to breakfast bowl, watered lait, less noticeable, a pinch of instant Nescafe hidden under weak Segafredo.... | | Words: | 623 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Paper Ships
| | Four days... | | Words: | 85 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Eternal Story
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry I remember your face in that candlelit Peruvian place on the Lake Erie ferry by the boathouse atop a lighthouse... | | Words: | 479 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Last Five Dollars
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry... | | Words: | 322 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Comatose
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry... | | Words: | 202 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Normandie
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry Fervent northern winds rattle open chalet shutters (latch-pinned with missing pinions into rusty, forged iron),... | | Words: | 397 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Re-Incarnation, A Painter Again
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry Today, my French neighbour told me, "Abstraction is an art for those who cannot draw their own hand." So, I... | | Words: | 349 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Central Station 00:38
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry Punctured metal chairs pushing into too many pairs of tired thighs. Pigeons flying across the room with only as... | | Words: | 377 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| My World Exists
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry My world exists but in a sea of graphite, an infinite reflection in urban puddles beyond a contemplative visage... | | Words: | 658 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Granddaughter of a Freemason
| | Listen to this poem read by the author at http://www.myspace.com/hollacemmetzgerpoetry... | | Words: | 304 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Il Redentore
| | Twenty-three hundred hours,... | | Words: | 454 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Chauffage
| | They call it chauffage... | | Words: | 385 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Middle-C Lass
| | Yes, I can write your story when the bitter cold freezes the rims of my stretched nostrils, trying to inhale recycled air, capturing what is old as new. Struggling to breathe, crawling past Bellvue on... | | Words: | 435 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Prose-ish in Paris
| | Part I. Sun, Sunning & Aging. It's okay to sit in the sun. I'm older now. I've earned the wrinkles I've hid before. I wear bright colors, bigger earrings, two bangles, so they clank when I walk, when... | | Words: | 609 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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