Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Sweater Weather

For a former lover   One month ago, you left. Your sweater— burgundy cashmere—lies forgotten, flung over my wingback chair, draped   casually like your arm on my shoulder, releasing the smell of apples and pine cones we gathered that week as we walked hand in hand,   silent against a sudden slap of early autumn. Walking faster, then running, we knew we edged closer to the inevitable   downhill […]

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A Sea Change

They’ve replaced your hips with cigar boxes that once held nuts and screws and fuses blown years before, but surely too valuable to toss away, the tungsten nearly intact, and who can ever know what we’ll need one day? Where were bones are metal rods instead, threaded for fittings that are counter-sunk and set for heavy lifting. This should serve when the gulls swoop low to mock us to our […]

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The Anatomy of Longing

When he looks inside, the doctor says, You’re fine, save for a few loose parts even he can’t name. That might be why I feel so hollowed out when he tells me Breathe, and then, Again, and I admit to myself, if not to him, I know this feeling from before, a time I was young and hollowed out for sure. He says, Medicine has no name for this, but […]

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Dead Letter Office

The life meant for you undelivered in yellowed envelope addressed to the home you left when you were nineteen.   Inside the girl with the crooked nose with love for you strong as her arms that would never let you go, a career at the small college by the ocean, and the limping cocker spaniel you would have adopted after finding her abandoned on the beach.   No forwarding address. […]

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Fourteen Months After the Motorcycle Crash

Snow clings to granite, your gravestone in February, two birthdays past your life,   seen through a photograph, grainy and digital, from two hundred miles away.   Layers of ice crust bouquets of plastic and fabric   I brought each month on the day you died to work through my grief.   That was the first year, when I lived close— five minutes from the cemetery.   When denial clouded […]

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January Moth

Yesterday, a moth flew through the open door and tapped the light over the sink. January— touch and go for a moth—even house-bound, the cold climbs onto his wings. Already, he is less than he was, ridden by the window’s draft— the brief warm spell ended, blinds shut. I balance the old wall clock, wind the mainspring and give the pendulum a push. It ticks through the night and into […]

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omaha

the new flat doesn’t smell like anything, not fresh paint, or cleaner, or previous tenants. never before has dust taken so long to settle. i’m trying to stay here, grounded in the scentless, untouched quiet.   but all this kind of moon ever does is throw its many-shadowed blue arms over the floor and, presently, my legs. it is the same moon. then there is the same brick. concrete before […]

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Into the Depths

Kraken is the definite form of “krake,” from the Norwegian, meaning an unhealthy animal or something twisted.   I remember this as steam coats the shower glass like fog from the rising foam.   I have fantasized here countless times, Alone, my hands finding the purchase that words could not.   Not so long ago I could only imagine The cresting waves of your movements, rhythmic as the tides.   […]

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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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