Christine Hamm's Blog

• or a necklace of stars

  November 15, 2009

  • A Large Stable of Horses I can't stop writing without my arm on fire and then milk. I must be a reincarnation of St. Sophia, or was that blood and milk. Her teeth sharp, black, each morning she hands me my peppermint latte at Dunkin Donuts. In another life, she was Kali and I, the daughter she killed for singing or weeping. You send me a postcard of Paris, although you've ...
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• little pink

  November 2, 2009

  • The Unborn Tentative, mucky, very wet, very red, their fingers grab our dangling earrings in our dreams of drowning. Wailing like distant wars, like distant animal ambulances, they paw through our sock drawers, our stacks of photographs. Sticky, miniature-thumbed, reeking of rose talc and rancid butter, they stain our bed posts, our sheets, our rearview mirrors. They ...
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• get some hawk decals

  October 25, 2009

  • Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass we wouldn't admit it, but in your pocket slept three baby grackles and a large blacksnake as you stood near the winter swimming pool, like a little mother, but with fur, a lightweight skeleton, hollow bones, the age-old bell on the collar, your large palms spread with shelled peanuts, sunflower seeds, red millet, white millet
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