Marc Mannheimer Poems
- Fumbling my hands all over these words,
- A Man's Dream A house of stone and glass, built above the ...
- Unrequited Glove He walked the streets watching all of the ...
- Sarasota, Florida Pineapple-topped palm trees line the ...
- Domesticated Green sweet, tiny creatures of leathery skin ...
- Prior To Not Quitting Caffeine For years, I didn’t see the ...
- What She Knew We were on the upper field, practicing ...
I am a mental health worker,43, from an upper-middle-class, Republican family. Not the makings of much creatively. But my main weakness is my main strength - I've been mentally ill for twenty years, and I've seen the black sludge at the bottom of the Gutbucket Pond in winter, so there's a little creative fodder there. Still, I generally like to write things that might give the reader a little ... more »
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all over these words,
fumbling with them
like a 16-year-old boy,
a first-time lover,
with his hands
and his misplaced kisses.
it takes an almost absent lover
to make this body,
forget your noise,
your exploitation of inside,
sift through the rough diamonds
of your mind,
and piece together
a flowing necklace