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next time i open you
his tooth brush will be gone
toiletry bag
just mine

he will be left behind, his toothbrush at home in the wood cabinet
nothing of his crushed in my suitcase
against my swimsuit or folded into the spines of my hair brush
entwined with pairs of panties
or wadded t-shirts

on my own trip
my own belongings
with nothing of his
except me

Art courtesy of Carmen Leon

Art courtesy of Carmen Leon

my passion flower is wilting

home, home where the embers die down

my passion flower is thirsty

down, down where the fountain is dry

how will i file this away
lose this piece
tie new shoes of fresh lace
grow a new head
body to bed

passion flower wilting
embers still burn
my passion
my fountain
where my flower is wilting

Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss
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this poem was recently published in Poems from Conflicted Hearts

i’ll erect a facade hard and smooth
as we glide down this steel alley
weld my surface
so your broken glass words pass over me

steel my edge so your shards can’t cut
keep your words from needling their way
into my heart
shun the internal bleeding

that fills an ocean
between our crumbling shores

i’ll watch him retreat behind that steel wall
he’s erected
to block my broken glass words
deflect the shards that i send to rip into him

feel the cold of his armor
that keep my words from cutting into his heart

watch him turn away from the internal bleeding
that fills an ocean
between our eroding shores

"Sock Fights" by Ginger Slonaker. See her website at

“Sock Fights” by Ginger Slonaker. See her website at

Dear Readers,

Just want to let you know about a new eBook which has just been published. Three of my poems (two never posted on this blog) are included, with River Ganges being featured in the promotional releases for this book, I am proud to say!

Click here to buy on Amazon or see Tayen Lane Publishing for other formats. Email me if you’d like a print book, we need a minimum of 100 to print, so I’m taking names.


where is the salve for my heart
like a love letter barely retrieved from a fire

holes where the words used to be
make incomplete sentences
where the poetry of love once spelled our song

where is the salve for the wound of blame
the ointment for the fire of pride
the soothing milk for the brand of righteousness
when only half charred words remain

can we piece back together
our letter dangling from my finger tips
this paper love so delicate
that so easily succumbs to flames…

where is the salve
to put your words back in my heart

Wilted Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss see more of Sarah's work at

Wilted Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss
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