Alex bites off the heads of soldiers and rabbits,
their necks snap wetly in her jaws, stick to her teeth.
Hair and fur gather in clumps on her tongue, yellow
and warm against the bony roof of her mouth.
She flosses her teeth with lengths of barbed wire,
spits blood and grayed mucous onto her feet.
Her veins are like wires, blue and bending against bone.
They cross and twist into knots between her knuckles.
Once, she tasted like the sugar rot of compost; thick
and fermented, a sticky slime clinging to my fingers.
We sat in her attic bedroom on hot Friday nights,
smoking out the window, a naked doll between us.
And now she is only in my head, a Ryden memory who
calls me in the summer, says, Darling, I miss kissing girls.














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If you want to know the rules of the form, I wrote them up at the beginning of April's House, and there is a community out there somewhere on DA that I know has a write up as well (wish I could remember which one it was). I have a bunch of information on the form, though, so if you have a specific quest, let me know.
I'm really glad you liked this one so much. It pleases me greatly that you still have suggestions for me, though. After a while my professors and fellow students just stopped giving me very productive critiques. 7 or 8 creative writing classes will do that, I suppose. I feel like I've used those people up, so to speak.
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Art is dead. Long live Dada. - Tristan Tzara
Ghazals are certainly my favorite form of poetry, so it pleases me that, even though they may not be everyone's cup of tea, they at least made you want to read more.
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Art is dead. Long live Dada. - Tristan Tzara
the ghazal form is amazing, im glad i learned about it from you and would like to hear more
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Art is dead. Long live Dada. - Tristan Tzara
im suspicious that youre one of the better poets on this site
In all seriousness, though, thank you. I have been working to make my writing unique and actually good (if you read some of the things I wrote in high school you would see the necessity for the large amount of work) for the past 6 years, and I'm quite pleased that it has been paying off.
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Art is dead. Long live Dada. - Tristan Tzara
And to be honest, reading through your gallery and the different forms that you use is what made me decide to try something new, and leave free verse behind. So perhaps you should try one of these and I’ll try a ghazal.
I like your idea with “while” instead of “and” in the second stanza. I’m going to play with that a bit. And I like your suggestion as well with "unforgiving light. By/August, though, the days became". But I do think that if I change that part I may need to change the eighth line, because I don’t like the “and” there, I don’t think.
I will look at all of that while I try to rework that third stanza. Wow…I can’t believe that I put eleven lines and completely missed that!? So like you said—the sixth line has only five syllables, but that’s because I doubled up on that one. I have two with five syllables, but I went on from there okay, I think. So I’m going to rework that whole stanza now and edit the deviation. I need some time to look at it, but please let me know what you think once it’s reworked, if you can. I’ll send you a note once I make the changes.
Leading back into the beginning with the end of this form is something that I just decided to do, not anything I’d ever read anywhere else. I just felt that it was very fitting with the topic and with the cyclical nature of the seasons, and all. I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
Again, thank you so much for your advice and for your compliments. Really, it means so much to me. I especially appreciate it, as I respect your writing a great deal.
And I will be sure to pass your compliments on to
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