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Poetry / Grunion Memory
Grunion Memory
In the goat heat of summer, beneath boardwalk
planks with their nail-strung coronals
over sand borrowed from another time and laced
with urine and ocean, we lay in a blur of sixteen
and no home and a boy unfolded his tongue
at the edge of my lips,
saying “Never.”
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Excellent imagery, I like the poem. The only suggestion i could make for improvement is to put a comma after “and no home”. The whole theme was wonderful.
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Extremely likeable, well sir you paint vivid pictures in this, keep it up.
Raw
sadness appears
imagery
no home—i can only wonder, what the hell happen
where’s family
enough
you may have to fill me in “Never.”—ill never stop loving you
This was a nice piece. Why the reference to the fish in the title? I didn’t understand that. I like the imagery and the emotions it brought forth in me. I can visualize the scene and the event and the tension and anticipation.
Good job over all. I like the word coronal – I had to look it up and seen that it is related to the tongue and phonics – a sound made using the tip of the tongue and grunion is spanish for grunt and also a fish. Nice word play.
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