Michele McDannold

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Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

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Jul 07

They come with

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #7, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

the Spring, bearing pamphlets, church bulletins, messages from Above. Undeterred by hostility, gutters filled with the fluttering refuse of their world. Answering each question of immortality, “Where will you be when you die?” I say, “In transit. To Schenectady.” Stymied, they move on to the next victim, except the one who looks deep into my …

Mar 17

Like No Other

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Skin so like mine I forget our truer natures The ones inflicted on us By the sheer randomness of the universe Instilled in us by past generations That are as hard as the moments When we leave this bed And go our separate ways But in the dark of your room With you so close …

Mar 17

The Backseats of My Early Twenties

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Beer pong and blow jobs And backseats with cool leather To rest my fevered cheek against Trace the condensation building On the rear window Lazily with fingertips That don’t want to touch And I am wishing There was a better place to do this Instead of in a parking lot Outside of a party Comforting …

Mar 17

Stupid Poem about Stupid Airports

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

People will try and tell you that travel is good for the soul that the changing of places the arriving and the leaving gives you a greater understanding of the world and yourself and everything and maybe this is so but nowadays it just makes me think of endings and broken things see right now …

Mar 17

before the sorted fall

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

so what may i read against the radio stations reactionary manager may i read breasts and nipples since i know boys all over the world enjoy them even though i prefer chests and nipples perhaps the boy walks to the store for his mother who may feel as if she’s overworked and thus dying walking …

Mar 17

suspenders

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

when packing up a suitcase, there may be a moment of profuse profanity, gnashing teeth, and grave indecision. at least, that’s the way it was for the sexy big-dicked teenage boy, a college freshman, going off to visit his boyfriend. what was he going to be doing with his boyfriend, other than having sex with …

Mar 17

My Redemption

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Every poster, DVD cover, and Wikipedia page shows that epic moment in Shawshank Redemption when Andy is kneeling in the water and the rain looking up at the sky and his moment of complete freedom after 19 years The jail is in the distance and people want to feel like that. But I want to …

Mar 17

Loyalty

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Flash, Issue #6

by Michele McDannold

I’m telling Skiff that I’d never rat him out. After all, we have the same scars in similar places. & I know about the fishmonger heist, which girls work the office without panties, the fall of the Chinese broker, who’s missing fingers. Where the missing fingers are kept. I know that Skiff owns the locks. …

Mar 17

A Valediction

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Flash, Issue #6

by Michele McDannold

When the bomb went off, Johan felt almost nothing. A bee sting, perhaps, or the sharp shock of a pinched nerve. Suddenly, he was half as tall, the earth as close to him now as it was a decade ago, when he and his friends would play leapfrog and shoot each other with cushioned darts …

Mar 17

no longer a pink house

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Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #6, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

where runaways of all ages congregate under a rented roof, younger ones half fill green notebooks with used words flutter about needles and weed, color their spiky hair like would-be feral parrots, flock about low keyed, sleep passed out on a wooden floor, breathe through broken locks. no longer a pink house where older ones …