poetry YOU CAN DESTROY THIS IF YOU WANT by Amanda Rachelle Warren This a hammer. This a mood. This a soft hahh. This a nothing-flower cursing them significant brothers. This a cartwheel of increasing pains, dancer, dancer. This a hard place to sit still. This a moment when no one claims me. This a mix of all that. This then some.
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GREENUP LOCK AND DAM ROAD by Amanda Rachelle Warren She was, last night, a hum. Agin the hills bouncet back. And forth the echo. Swelled it. Gived it back. As a low. Note from all. Directions at oncet.
Then she, What don’t take you shores you up, making the sound of a mouth ajar with want. But he only hears night jars churning.
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THE DAWN ROAD by Amanda Rachelle Warren There are good days, I trip through like glass: carefully amazed.
Lying on my back when I was young, and blowing a long, green note on grass held tight between my thumbs, the world seemed close and full.
Waking on the road, to seams of asphalt that rock and lull, all distances diminish.
I was dreaming of something sad and wrong: the smell of green, the tickle of hair against my cheek in the breeze.
I can never remember what comes next. The sun through tinted glass burns it away.
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Amanda Rachelle Warren’s poems have appeared most recently in Beloit Poetry Journal, Crazyhorse, Indiana Review, Pacific Review, Cimarron Review and Hayden’s Ferry. She was the 2011 recipient of the South Carolina Poetry Initiative’s Chapbook Competition. Her chapbook Ritual no.3: For the Exorcism of Ghosts was published by Stepping Stone Press in early 2011. She is a graduate of Western Michigan University's Doctoral program in English, a former poetry editor for Third Coast, and currently works as a Lecturer at the University of South Carolina Aiken. She lives in Aiken, South Carolina with her husband, and fellow poet, Roy Seeger.
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