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Perhaps it is too much
to want two vice hands
at the fleshy crest of my hips,
or a fellow seeker’s falling
breath pooling in the shallows… 32 more words



Light me up
And put me out

In a flash
I’ll become ashen grey
A light dusting
Upon dirty ground

A film covering it all… 102 more words

Original Poetry

The Halcyon Philosopher

The winds were right, why were the sails
withdrawn to deck to linger?
The sun was bright, and singing slow,
the halcyon philosopher
upon the mast waxed beautiful. 86 more words


The Body and The Lost

I met God in a cornfield in northern
Indiana, and lost several friends in the process.

This body is made up of dust that has existed… 225 more words


"The Lady with the Raven" by Emma Honerbaum

The lady with the raven, ponder in plight

The lady with the raven, eyes burning bright

In satin green gowns, and hair of bushel browns… 266 more words

Emma Honerbaum's Poems

"In Good Company" by Emma Honerbaum

“For God’s sake, let us

sit upon the ground.

And tell sad stories

of the deaths of kings.”

- William Shakespeare, Richard II


Come, let us sit by one another,

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Emma Honerbaum's Poems

Tangle 18

Every time
I sit to draw pain
Thick with spikes and teeth
I find that what I’ve drawn
Is growth