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Poems: Jax NTP - Queen Mob's Tea House

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#HappyNationalPoetryMonth Queen Mob's Tea House publishes three of my poems: “how to pivot when you’re paralyzed,” “hysterectomy wanted,” “money is motive is immobility in bones”

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Jax NTP “AN INVITATION TO A DROWNING”

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ॐ Sunday Morning Publication!! Visual Verse: Online Anthology of Art and Words features one of my poems – "The Desire to Define" – another installment of my Neurosities. 

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About Something

Something about the difficulty of taping together a moving box alone. Something about how wisdom teeth can shift everything even when we're standing still. Something about how departure is ecstasy, arrival is anticlimatic, and in- between is something we might call life or death. Something about no cars parked in front of the house and the windows wide open and me wanting to steal all the trappings inside that are already mine, and how easy that would be and how impossible. Something about either/or somehow being less than neither/nor. Something about raisins being grapes, and pickles being cucumbers, but not vice versa. Something about an empty bird feeder becoming a bird house and a dry bird bath becoming nothing. Something about a fly alighting on my coffee cup rim, right where my lips have just been and will be again, despite landing surfaces everywhere, despite everywhere being a surface -- something attractive about the residue of living we leave behind -- something about it that remains for a day or two, a few months -- something about how it leaves unexepectedly and all at once, no matter if the touching has gone on for years, door knob or rosary -- something about this daily disappearance that is always on schedule, but can never be scheduled.

hannah huff 10/14/2014 7:44 pm

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Something about the precise calculation of glaze on a re-fire bowl. Something about how proper metal fabrication methods electric and gas preparation are more alluring than a green chrysanthemum glow.  Something about different sensations all together cast a floaty sheeplike electrified intensity - cold sweat  and a thousand pinpricks on your face. Something about touching  moon jellies for the first time with your lover even though it is not your first time. Something about how her nipples are perkier  than perched sea urchins on giant rocks, slivers of softness on mounds of flesh. Something about how morning grey clouds ooze. Something about the familiarity of poached eggs on lox on  pumpernickel mustard seed and dill and frostbites. Something about dry knuckles on cold nights whiter than calcium deposits  in a bathroom that is not yours but somehow you’re moving out of anyways although you don’t technically live with her yet. Something about driving alone and being lonelier despite knowing that she loves you. Something about eating  sauerkraut in the centre of piccadilly circus. Something  about the scavenger hunt on her pockmarked face to reclaim your own limbs. Something about the jolt of crocus.  Something about grapefruit in a carafe that pillows  your gaze at her arm across an ihop table while sitting next to then respective lovers. Something about sassafras  in the deadest part of night. Something about waking up to her now with post wisdom teeth pulled blood breath.

jax ntp Sunday 10/19/2014 @12:24PM 

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Kings Estate Press's Editor, Ruth Moon Kemper, features four of my poems in her new publication: The Art of Survival: An Anthology