Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Jeff Burt’

Vow

We will be stones which have fallen from the bank of loneliness to the river of marriage, smooth stones shorn of our stubby shields, the river mortar and pestle, each moment a soft rubbing of rapture, a wearing of self until only the river remains.     Jeff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California. He has work in Thrice Fiction, Star 82 Review, and Mobius: Journal for Social Change. […]

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Backburn

Love sometimes requires a fire to quench a fire, sometimes requires a flirtation in the kitchen to keep the wanton race of body parts in check and out of the public space, or lets you exhaust yourself in immolation in one moment so the raging flames of desire do not burn the whole field.     Jeff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California. He has work in Thrice Fiction, […]

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Barred Love, Near 38th Avenue

I liked the place, truth be told, the begonia gardens menaced by Doberman pinschers, mushroom plant slapping your first AM gulp of air with the tang of dung, fir and redwood dust flung far by the chippers and whiny saws of the lumber yard next door. What neighbors transited left and right I hardly cared for, the human transactions not more than a cut and a quibble and a polite […]

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140 Love

The whirr of a dozen quails from the snap of a broken branch   tens of angry Twitters from one poorly written word     ¬†Jeff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California, and works in manufacturing. He has published in Blue Lake Review, , Dandelion Farm Review, Rhino, and Windfall, and won the 2011 SuRaa short fiction award.

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