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Lit

Collected poetry and literature, both my own as well as my favorites, those of my friends, and my personal favorites from around the world.

Cut Flowers

I don't remember the impetus or reason for this poem. If I can remember why, I will share it here.

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dig me with kat

God, I wish I remembered if this poem was real or fantasy

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Easter

A love poem for Michelle

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Fallation Brass Axe

In 1997, I was apparently a surrealist poet.

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Farewell Sonnet

Not by me but by Kathryn Medland, Mike Crow, and Mark Harrison back in 1996

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Je suis fatigue

The ennui of 26 years and a little bit of voyeurism? Maybe of longing?

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Fat Lady

I guess I was a surrealist poet

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Ford Pickup

Love it. I don't remember if I lived it.

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Freeze

I need to remember this one better.

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Memory of the Tousled-Haired Girl

In March only the smokers stood outside on the street where the party was allowed to spill.

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fall rant

The first rain brought all the leaves to the slick city streets.

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My Smokey Poet

I guess I used to romanticize smoking French cigarettes.

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Washingtonian: Spontaneous Hypernarrative

A collaborative spontaneous hypernarrative I catalyzed back in 1997.

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Reading to Myron Stout

I feel like this was a writing project I did in class at GWU

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Metro One

I see that I wrote a lot of love poems when I was in my 20s

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New Lovers

The sky took the morning. Birds tore small holes in the quiet.

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Exploding Boy

I commissioned art from Velton Ross and received a poem, too!

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k.

I wrote a lot of love poetry in 1994, all my love poetry was written in my 20s.

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Sweatshirt

Love poem written for and about my English Rose.

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Aerogramme

I was one romantic bastard in my 20s.

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Algeria

I think I must have been obsessed with Camus at the time of this poem.

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The Blight of the City at Night

I wrote this when I was sitting on a bench outside my Sophomore dorm.

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Memories are Blue-green

Maybe the most accurate description of how my brain works?

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Brittle

Poem about visiting a volcanic eruption (grew up in Hawaii).

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dry elbows

Love poem written for Michelle in Hawaii from DC.

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brazen body

Probably a love poem about Michelle.

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Dig Me with Kat

Poem published Dec 29, 2002 - 09:26 PM

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A Poem for S.

©14 February 1995 Chris Abraham

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Bleached Slave (revision 1)

I think I wrote this for a college class, well before this sort of thing might not have been done. Carole Maso's class, 3 February 1993.

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Dew

©1989 Chris Abraham

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Flesh

©1993 Chris Abraham

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CONDOM

©1992 Chris Abraham

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Burial

©1994 Chris Abraham

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Barefoot all Day

This was inspired by Anne Sexton "I Remember"

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Peaches

©1996 Kathryn Medland

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Two Of

©1996 Ariane Conrad

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Cambridge Motorways, 1992

I love poem I wrote to a girl I dated named Liz Humphries. Where is she now? I really don't know.

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Triangle Park

When I was in love in the early 90s, I wrote many poems about a girl named Elizabeth. I flew her out from Kent, UK, and to Honolulu. I wrote a poem about one moment, in Triangle Park in Waikiki. It moved me.

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Innuendo

I don't even know where this poem came from. It really must have been possession, because this isn't very much me. Or is it? Well, its certainly innuendo.

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Discman

Discman

It's funny to find odd little treasures like this poem. I mean, what was it about the discman that made me feel like writing a poem?

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summertime duvet (cheese cloth melody)

In 1996, Anne Brossard and I traveled around the globe. Anne was in the last stage of freedom before attending graduate school at Columbia, and I a photographer. And I wrote this poem about the oppressive heat of Singapore, which is nothing compared to DC funk.

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You Sit to Write

This is my favorite ode to Kathryn Medland. She is an inspired poet and I want to make that clear. And so, in admiration of her art, I wrote about her. There might have been a crush involved.

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The Red-Hooded Sweatshirt

I fell in love with an English Rose named Liz Humphries while studying in England at UEA. When I met her, we were at the Norwich boat house for UEA. She wore a big unflattering sweatshirt, red as a Cardinal. I imprinted on it.

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Metro Three

This poem is the end of a series of 1997-era poetry about seeing my friend Kathryn Medland after a few years. She was an amazing friend who I always adored for her love and lust for life. She honored me by featuring the work as part of her wedding reception's party favor and printed my words along with her other faves (e.e. cumming, etc.) and offering them to her wedding guests. It was high honor to me.

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Metro Two

This is another of the poems that Kathryn Medland printed out to share with her wedding party. It was my biggest artistic honor to be there, like placemats, sitting at random table-settings. To be commingled and cojoined with the work of e.e. cummings.

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Tsan-Boo

Tsan-Boo was my Sherpa when Mark Harrison and I trekked in Nepal

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Blue Kayaks

Mark and I keep Kayaks at Jack's Boats and since I was writing too much about girls and about psychobabble, I thought it prudent to allow my inner naturalist to surface.

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Houston

I usually don't write too much about places, especially in the US. Although I found this one, which is about Texas.

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Rothko Chapel

I visited Houston for a while in 1996. The Rothko Chapel is worth visiting Houston to see. It really can convince even the most resolute naysayer that there is something greater than ourself.

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Chasing Nicole

Chasing Nicole

I have been going to the gym like a maniac over the last few months. I can see my scores on the Erg improve and I can see a lot more musculature. I felt pretty good about my progress until I accepted an invitation to go on a walk with Nicole Wilson.

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63

I was a bike courier for WEx, Washington Express, in my 20s.

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Oatmeal by Galway Kinnell

Oatmeal by Galway Kinnell

I believe that Oatmeal is my first poem by Galway Kinnell and I think of it and him every time I cook up my Bob's Red Mill stone ground oats with milk and maple syrup.

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Topography by Sharon Olds

Topography by Sharon Olds

I've had a couple amazing long distance relationships in my life and they were always so passionate. Sharon Olds is the best when it comes to passionate. She gets me.

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The Unborn by Sharon Olds

The Unborn by Sharon Olds

I don't know if I will ever have children. If I will ever be a parent. Sometimes a feel a longing. Sometimes I feel a lack. I probab;ly won't. It's not looking good.

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Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds

Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds

Maybe I have been hobbled by growing up Catholic or putting women on pedestals because of all-boys school. But I have never swiped left or right on Tinder. I am no choir boy. I have had more than my fair share. But going through lovers has never been the way I have ever passed my time. It's neither sport nor a source of story or content. I feel like Sharon Olds gets my feelings perfectly right.

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Primitive by Sharon Olds

Primitive by Sharon Olds

The only thing that separates us Americans in 2019 from men 50,000 years ago is the hubris of modernity. We are all primitive and Sharon Old gets it. And it's beautiful and meaningful, both.

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Satan Says by Sharon Olds

Satan Says by Sharon Olds

Being exposed to the profane done artfully and in a way that shows the humanness innate in blasphemy and heresy. This poem, by poet Sharon Olds, from her book Satan Says, was one of those experiences. That and The Pope's Penis, another of her poems.

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When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d by Walt Whitman

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d by Walt Whitman

My top-4 poets are Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Galway Kinnell, and Sharon Olds; now, we're celebrating Walt Whitman's 200th anniversary as America's poet. This is really one of Whitman's most Washington, DC, pome.

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