Potential Titles: Holly Karapetkova
Nov. 1st, 2010 04:07 pmGave them my house as home - Holly Karapetkova "Genesis"
Some became pillars of salt - Holly Karapetkova "Genesis"
Saved only thorns and thistles for myself - Holly Karapetkova "Genesis"
Hung above the brink of winter - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
So many thousands of leaves - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
Because the black dresses sit unwashed - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
Whispered stories of stars - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Fell upward into the sky - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Rocks rolling across the fat plains - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Miles and miles of footprints in the dirt - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Nothing left but our shadows - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Sifting through the dust behind us - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Nothing behind us to burn - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Who could blame us for turning - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Blamed us for leaving the garden - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Who had come from nowhere - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
The scent of gardenias and gasoline - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
A narrow staircase leading upwards into nothing - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Fresh garlic and parsley from our garden - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Our days upon the high winds - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Bumping only against the sky - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
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Some became pillars of salt - Holly Karapetkova "Genesis"
Saved only thorns and thistles for myself - Holly Karapetkova "Genesis"
Hung above the brink of winter - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
So many thousands of leaves - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
Because the black dresses sit unwashed - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"
Whispered stories of stars - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Fell upward into the sky - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Rocks rolling across the fat plains - Holly Karapetkova "Refugees"
Miles and miles of footprints in the dirt - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Nothing left but our shadows - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Sifting through the dust behind us - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Nothing behind us to burn - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Who could blame us for turning - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Blamed us for leaving the garden - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
Who had come from nowhere - Holly Karapetkova "Song of the Exiles"
The scent of gardenias and gasoline - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
A narrow staircase leading upwards into nothing - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Fresh garlic and parsley from our garden - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Our days upon the high winds - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Bumping only against the sky - Holly Karapetkova "The Woman Who Wanted a Child"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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