Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘love’


Does age give us grace, or do we surrender into it ourselves? And when we get that grace, is it a blessing or is it a tool?   Whatever you’re looking for, it won’t come now. Not in the long-lasting beginning.   I want to not want and maybe someday when I’ve stopped wanting, every item I ever wrote  on my Christmas wish list will show up on my doorstep.   And […]

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Love Song on Longwave

Boxed here, her room, fruit punch served as breakfast, no TV, bad reception, books on architecture, more on trees, runes, in dust. The mattress, as ever, unshaped to my skin, bones; and so the pain goes, comes in waves.   Now the radio, its waves, long and lonely, and she and I in every note. Each point, the scan finds some instrument, some aria, far flung, from the far reaches […]

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