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This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny
October 18, 2009 – 7:21 am | 10 Comments
This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny

This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny
by tara przybille bradley
No moan
at the end of your tongue
No nipple
or spots between any necks or collar bones
I have not stumbled onto anything woody
Nor are you lifting my …

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Frog Dream
March 9, 2009 – 7:29 am | 4 Comments
Frog Dream

frog dream
by tara przybille bradley
I had a large tank with small frogs swimming in water. Water plants, seaweed. The tank looked very pondish, good for frogs. Greenish water and lots of lichen type stuff. Then …

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who googled who
December 15, 2008 – 1:59 pm | 5 Comments
who googled who

who googled who
by tara przybille bradley
Does it frighten you to know that you can be googled?
What the hell?
So what the hell?
So what?
The what of it is that it may just be as painful as a …

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no poetry
October 18, 2008 – 7:00 pm | 5 Comments
no poetry

no poetry
by Tara Przybille Bradley
there is no poetry
to this
things attatch
release. touch. bounce.
this is not what
you were looking for
something else. your glasses. love.
it is not
and there is none

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Black Flies
December 12, 2007 – 9:53 am | 3 Comments
Black Flies

Black Flies
photo and poem by tara przybille bradley
I.
I need to shake this off
the trash talk of a salesman as insincere
as a “going out of business” clearance;
!last chance! and !act now!
but it’s all crap because 6 …

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isn’t that crazy
October 17, 2007 – 9:36 am | 2 Comments
isn’t that crazy

isn’t that crazy
by tara przybille bradley

that is perfectly not right
record This record This
oh. you just do not know the importance
These will be lost
forever

.
the Significance of space is significant when there is none

.
write This down, she …

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Unknowingly
September 5, 2007 – 8:28 am | 4 Comments
Unknowingly

Unknowingly
by Tara Przybille Bradley
She creates the taste and smell
of memories
for her family
Dust and peaches
The climate
Heat in the night of summer
The cricket chirps
belong to her
A child in bed, sweat under his hair
stuffy, in pajamas too warm …

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Your Best Life -For V. D’Amico
August 8, 2007 – 9:34 pm | 3 Comments
Your Best Life -For V. D’Amico

what has become of life
the stuff in your eyes
every drum
every beat
the stuff in your heart
where are you now
where you have always been
in the gleaming
in the change of things
this chance
this time
you are still here
you are still …

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Tangled
June 2, 2007 – 9:05 pm | 4 Comments
Tangled

Tangled
Photo and poem by Tara Przybille Bradley
you
with the long tree
of roots
who hides
in the tangle of my earth
deep in the scent of
Now begun
cool with the waters underground
curling reach to span that breach
which divides
the heart and boot
dug …

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There was a dog
May 16, 2007 – 7:31 pm | 2 Comments
There was a dog

There was a dog
By Tara Pryzbille Bradley
I like to think
that he liked to think of himself
as ‘Rex’
and he was gentle
and soft
and black
One day
Rex found a frog
in his yard
(probably because he lived
by a creek)
Immediately upon sniffing …

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Good Night, Moon
May 9, 2007 – 7:36 pm | 6 Comments
Good Night, Moon

Good Night, Moon
By Tara Przybille Bradley
I flop down onto the blown up air mattress and put the plastic over my face. Over my head. I wonder how it looks. Does it look scary? Morbid? Do …

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uh hmmm. and how does that make you feel?
August 18, 2005 – 9:12 am | No Comment
uh hmmm. and how does that make you feel?

uh hmmm. and how does that make you feel?
by tara przybille bradley
Washing his face, Richard thinks,
“Damn, I hate fat people.”
He puts on his work suit and leaves his apartment.
As Richard walks and skips to his …

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