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Lisa Alletson
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Published in Assemblage

·Feb 28, 2021

I Close A Story

A poem — I end this story before it begins. But I can tell you it’s about a nature walk– my solo hike across the Canadian Shield far down roads where nobody knows me. I come across a man on the side of a trail looking at maples. Dancing leaves of amber and crimson like…

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I Close A Story
I Close A Story
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Feb 24, 2021

Ice Storm
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Sydney J. Shipp

Powerful, Sydney.

Powerful, Sydney.

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Published in Assemblage

·Jan 6, 2021

Unravel

A Poem — I unravel the last piece of tinsel from the tree, but it catches on my anxiety, winds down through breakable ornaments and bad memories, tangling impressions of family gatherings, tightening the roar in my ears as I’m grabbing my children to stop them from wrecking a relative’s pristine house of glass vases, shiny baubles and everything placed in perfection just So. What a pretty Christmas. Such lovely tinsel. Such strong silver string drawing an end to something inside me that will never be allowed to begin.

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Unravel
Unravel
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Published in Assemblage

·Dec 16, 2020

Winter’s Choice

Poem — The first bones of winter stare at me in the naked forest Fallen trees scatter my trail watched by complacent pines still upright in their fitted skulls of snow Branches freeze in mid-reach for my touch They don’t know I, too, am cold My head wilted by guilt, I walk faster before the new snow casts judgement But before I leave, a cardinal splits the air - like an impossible choice

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Winter’s Choice
Winter’s Choice
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Published in Assemblage

·Nov 13, 2020

Gambit

A poem — Tell me your mind in the silent conversation that takes shape across our chessboard Tell me the sweetness of danger between us when I fork your exposed pieces Tell me the thrill running up your spine when you move and I pin you between us Tell me in en passant without words as we nearly touch but don’t Tell me your every move with your mind

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Gambit
Gambit
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Published in Loose Words

·Sep 24, 2020

I Leave Naked

Poem — I leave halfway through my second poem exiting via the quietest sky I am dumb, a tomb of atoms fingers stung by dishes and womb There is no balm for empty touch Our old sofa, the witness to a thousand deaths comes to life to cheer me on The flies are still dying where I hung them on the line I leave every type of mask behind I go, naked of wisdom and time If you liked this, you might enjoy my poem:

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I Leave Naked
I Leave Naked
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Published in Scribe

·Sep 19, 2020

Sweet Dark Ache

A Poem — I try to paint the sweet dark ache of yesterday’s memories but they slip off my brush roll down the easel and into the cavity between my sanity and Neruda’s poetry, crushed like the orbs of berries beneath our feet when we walked through summer and you picked a wildflower paused to hold your palms to my cheeks move my hair tuck that flower behind my ear and I paused too to fall in love with you I try to paint those wild berry memories

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Sweet Dark Ache
Sweet Dark Ache
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Published in Assemblage

·Sep 17, 2020

The Death Of Water

A Poem — Light loses me as I drift backward Stars grow cold on my skin I cup my name one last time hold it to my face but it rivers away The end looks at me A breeze pauses to let me out The death of water comes in the turn of beautiful waves harms no one when taken alone

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The Death Of Water
The Death Of Water
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Published in Scribe

·Sep 10, 2020

Count

A Poem — I count you Count your memories offered to me like wild berries I separate your words of love and hope into abacus pearls I count each pain to learn how to take it away I undress you count your sighs drink them like dew I am your locus I count you again

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Count
Count
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Published in Assemblage

·Sep 8, 2020

I Will Never Show You

A Poem — In the painting I will never show you the silent red of the sun sets on your bare skin To the ocean’s mid-tone I add blues so deep inside you I cannot fathom their beauty Adrift in your faraway eyes I paint clouds of dream grey And at last, on the water I scatter your voice in breaths of light

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I Will Never Show You
I Will Never Show You
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