Posts by davidkowalczyk

Wormwood

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry | Comments Off

  This word was born during the time of the wandering stars. Every morning, it lifts its eyes towards heaven. It lives in Burracho Beach, California. Its mother is Emma Bovary. Its father is Ebenezer Scrooge. This word is a cool remove from the language of the heart. Its mouth is small, cold, and bitter. Its heart is buried beneath a pile of pennies. Its soul is a gilded cage holding two confused doves. Every evening this word buries its face in its hands. Passion...

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Venal

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry | 1 comment

This word is miserable old zucchini left to rot on the vine. This word has a face like a bowl of angry corn flakes. Its eyes are the color of split-pea soup. It watches and smiles as angels are beaten to the sidewalk. Its heart is made of concrete. This word is frequently found smoking cigarettes in snowstorms. Passion...

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Ursine

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry | Comments Off

This raw-boned word was born to Brunhilde and Richard Wagner in Bear Dance, Montana, where it still lives. It has the gruesome smile of Ivan the Terrible. Its scowl makes floor tiles curl and smoke. Its voice is a slow certain rumble. It has the starlight eyes of a prophet.   Passion...

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Simpatico

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry | Comments Off

This word has the splendid eyes of Sojourner Truth. Its heart is a tiger lily. Its tears smell like orange blossoms. It was conceived in a Shinto temple. Its parents are Bilbo Baggins and Mary Poppins. This word is a concerto in E flat. Passion...

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