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Ashlan Isadore McHugh
Ashlan Isadore McHugh

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Dec 4, 2020

tan

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tan
tan
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Dec 3, 2020

whitewashed

a poem — I was married in a white hessian veil unsoiled in white rose water corseted in white whale bones bound in white jute lace obscured in white starched crinoline penned in white burlap birdcage swathed in white barbed filigree presented on white pearl-strung tenterhooks handed a bouquet of baby’s breaths of cream carnations of…

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whitewashed
whitewashed
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Dec 1, 2020

while I slept

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while I slept
while I slept
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Dec 1, 2020

special

a poem — “It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.” - Frank L. Baum It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know you are a fool a fool and human you became human when you divorced him (number 3) and my school and my home and my woods and my brothers…

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special
special
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Dec 1, 2020

on a wisteria evening

a poem —

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on a wisteria evening
on a wisteria evening
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Dec 1, 2020

4:42 pm in the waiting room

a poem — I can’t focus among the chaos flying toys, bibles, shoes. Brainwaves running slime mold all directions engulfing stimuli in a cytoplasmic mass. There is not a face you see in dreams that you haven’t seen in waking life. Who are all these strangers? (Will I dream about them later tonight?) I would have…

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4:42 pm in the waiting room
4:42 pm in the waiting room
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Dec 1, 2020

stand

a poem — Stand stock still Ears attuned Legs poised to spring Listen as you stand hear his car door hear his keys turning hear his footsteps stand, do not sit If you are spotted Sitting is next to laziness Clean as you stand straighten the mess straighten the chaos straighten the memories …

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stand
stand
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Dec 1, 2020

mudpies

a poem — The grownups curse under their breath when they hit the ruts in the driveway some of the mud gets lost in the wheel wells but there is always plenty left for me enough for a few pies my own recipe no one told me I just know how crushed berries off…

Mud

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mudpies
mudpies
Mud

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Dec 1, 2020

narcissus

a poem —

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narcissus
narcissus
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Nov 17, 2020

when the mimosas close

a poem — Dogs have otherworldly hearing Mine heard the mimosas close after midnight and woke me in anticipation of pawing the dew poised on grass blades Through the door to their fenced freedom beyond the solitary bulb glow pooled over the back stoop they slipped into the new moon pitch I drooped…

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when the mimosas close
when the mimosas close
Poetry

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Ashlan Isadore McHugh

Ashlan Isadore McHugh

51 Followers

I write & make art with my glæming wounds.

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