Karen
Karen archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
"Smack happy clap of hand to hand that signifies delight. We all know the meaning in the act of whacking one hand with the other. There are others, too. The squish of penis pushing through the gripped..."
"I am hard to know. I have a heart that smacks as well as beats and teeth enough still, to make a mark. I've lost so many important things pinned like butterflies stuck through the bellies, wings..."
"Elizabeth Bathory had a kingdom full of rooms and every room was wet with blood she used for bathing. She needed it to keep her lov liness. A tub stood on a golden base. With every vein she drain..."
""There's a cock in the street", he said. "What?"- the statement bald, the words uniquely 'through-the-looking-glass'- "What do you mean? A cock? " It seems a ten-inch dildo flung from car or fe..."
"Whenever Caroline came down the street, people swept out to the curb or headed for the building side of walkway; gave her passage. Riding in her wake were dancing pieces of her psyche that she trai..."
"He knew he'd squandered everything and chased a thing that didn't have a name though he was certain that he needed it. At night he shot up straight in bed convinced he'd heard a voice that said, '..."
"Get up all ye bastards of the Lord who never knew your Father. Never felt His arms, nor held were you against the rumble of his chest- never mind the fear, come sneer the night. Come snatch a newer s..."
"I read a remark critiquing a poem- as people will for many reasons- to stress how really smart they are, to be fair, be kind, to press self-serving lips to what is judged to be superior ass- and r..."
"Nimbus me with rings of rosy love, and rising from my couch all girlgold dreaming, I am ever wreathed in really joy. Hand me what you need for me to carry high, I'll hold it- never drop a warble...."
"How many days will I watch the men in rubber coats with yellow stripes dig and rake and pray the earth gives up her dead? How much salt do we need to bless that place- scatter the ground with salt..."
"January brings cold feet, and hairs that stand up, turning skin to suede instead of silk- I can't get warm, get liquid-centered; air around me has a slab and toetag feel. Dormant as a bulb, I hunch h..."
"Last night James Dickey visited me, mad dogs at his side; his trousers tented with the force of thrusting through the words. His southern voice was at my nape. My hair stood up in worship- I was ..."