Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Poppet Piracy

The cost of keeping you, my love, is high. Blue candles worn to nubs, raven-throated nights of chanting, vats of honey to swim your name in are the least of it.   To your symbol and substitute, carved poppet, blonde wool wound round waxen neck, I address my prayers and pleas. Each time you falter, your tiny twin, lumpen manikin, assures your return, as long as the levy’s paid.   […]

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Letters to Minnehaha Creek: IV.

Pass the morass of Seagram’s boxes, the red door of Powderhorn Park Association. Pass the squirrels hiding acorns in the knots of bare branches. Pass absence. How many miles have you gone? We walked 5,000 on this webbed concrete. Pass the chimes, and the plants pressed against the windows looking for the sun. The Southside Pride paper waits on the steps of the empty condo. Cut through McRae Park, pass […]

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Found Fragment 3

—the times I slept alone, dreaming my slack body over you, your winged shoulders spread, your back carried the weight of my body— the heavy weight of the horizon. My trembling hands translated your form into a winged Assyrian bull, a support of my desire, as a figure of myth, circling, or a broken recording: Beethoven’s sonata number fourteen, opus twenty-seven in an endless loop, coursing through the blood, in […]

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Found Fragment 2

Some mornings, after an hour’s run, after a slight shower, I reconsider my body, still damp with steam in the bathroom mirror, glowing with a persistent light. The skin gains a halo, a quality that almost seems religious, as a self-portrait by Schiele, reds and greens accenting the lines of the form, a figure framed in self reflection, in the blur of early hours, when time becomes an old man […]

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Found Fragment 1

I cannot justify my wanting you still, even to myself, even on days like this, when I wander, lost in a haze of past lives.       Was it nineteen o’ two or in nineteen twenty when we first met seven years before my grandmother’s birth?   Under remote bridges you hesitantly let me kiss you, a calculated risk worth chancing among the needles, used condoms   but no, that was nineteen […]

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Our Prompts Section

We added a new section to the site today dedicated to prompts.  We will update the page regularly to help you keep your ideas flowing, and hopefully keep the submissions coming in! Melancholy Hyperbole is not a themed e-zine other than that we ask for poetry about longing.  Please don’t look to our prompts as mandatory ideas to choose from but merely as a tool we hope will be helpful […]

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Welcome To Our New E-Zine

Melancholy Hyperbole is a new poetry e-zine looking for poets both published and unpublished for our inaugural issue.  We are interested in poetry about longing.  This is a wide-open subject and can mean anything from unrequited lust to the loss of a pet.  Whatever the subject matter, it must not be boring or corny.  Send us your best work.  Put a new spin on something.  Most of all, please spread […]

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