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by Darla Himeles
Last week, a friend noted that a couple of odes I’d written were unusually short and focused for the form. An ode is traditionally longer than twelve lines, after all, and it is usually musing, philosophical, even meandering. It was an observation free from judgment, but it made me curious: what makes an [...]
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by Darla Himeles
Your mother’s mouth, luscious
oh, forms around her thumb
as she scratches her middle knuckle
with her teeth.
Ah, she mutters, I found her,
as she snatches your earring from the couch.
You, hollowed out and silver,
are holding your own on another couch,
digging into another mouthed oh,
but your mother pockets you anyway
sure in her sense of possession.
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Darla Himeles, a graduate of Bryn Mawr College’s English and Education programs, has published poetry in The Peralta Press, Mad Poets Review, and shortpoem.org, and her work is forthcoming in Poetica Magazine. Each summer, Darla teaches creative writing to high school girls in the Writing for College summer program at Bryn Mawr College, where she [...]
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by Darla Himeles
I went out to buy smog today
after two years away from my
concrete Pacific, my crashing
head smelling waves
as I landed at the storefront
where smog is sold
as an eye shadow color.
It is not the same
as my heavy home horizons,
but it is perfect.
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by Darla Himeles
To consider your bare chest
without my head there
your fingers messing my hair
You now travel between islands
by air
and I am the water
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by Darla Himeles
Your friendships,
smooth silk filigrees,
intertwined for the sake of
ornamentation,
do nothing but knot you into yourself,
and you come to me to
breathe, to pretend I am the gem
in your center, when we both know
you’ve spun me silken into your art
and I am no longer anything for you
but another tangle.
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