savagewave @ October 18, 2009 # 10 Comments
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 shirt
To the sound of cocking, flowering guns
Pumping, pumping, pumping their pistons
all over my poem.
savagewave @ March 9, 2009 # 4 Comments
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 I was at church and found a sandwich bag with frogs in it. I realized I had left them there [...]
savagewave @ December 15, 2008 # 5 Comments
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 gunshot to the stomach
At the very least, it could certainly knock the wind out of you
depending on who does it [...]
savagewave @ October 18, 2008 # 5 Comments
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
savagewave @ December 12, 2007 # 3 Comments
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 months, a year, two years later
it’s still there doing bad business as usual
I need to shake it down
the too loud [...]
savagewave @ October 17, 2007 # 2 Comments
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 said.
savagewave @ September 5, 2007 # 4 Comments
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 for a night
like this
The sound of mother in the kitchen
the cupboard doors close
silverware being sorted
And he can hear it from [...]
savagewave @ August 8, 2007 # 3 Comments
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 you
this is what life has become
the pulse
the throb
the laugh
and the groan
do this
live this
be this
be you
-Tara
(i guess this is all i [...]
savagewave @ June 2, 2007 # 4 Comments
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 deeper wrangled inside out
taken root, taken root
around heartstones resting
slow
unalone
with whispered eyes a word
closed mouth tastes [...]
savagewave @ May 16, 2007 # 2 Comments
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 the frog
Rex understood
that jumping frogs
were exciting
(as we all know
jumping frogs are)
Rex’s head bobbed up
and bobbed down
as he watched the frog
and [...]