Brijit Reed

Figure Eights

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FIGURE EIGHTS in a culture of vultures, it takes a departure to restore vitality to Nature.   no more rent. this spirit’s spent enough time and sense as a hostage to fear and discontent.   a new octave prepares for adoption by both the brave and the knave.   a telescope looking into space seeks paradigms to replace the loss of peace and hope.   a microscope looking at the human race, finds both shadowed selves and luminous face in the mirror.   a fractal of infinite reflections mends Itself…read more

A Murder Of Plaths

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A MURDER OF PLATHS a murder of plaths, reclining under a glass bell jar. a coven of ovens, filled with the hearts and minds of the sick and the blind. all breath anguished, soon to be vanquished, surreptitiously extinguished, under the silent dome, cold and alone. the losses colossal, unbearably awful and obscene. with spirits ravenous, they rise like Lazarus, hoping to wash their hearts clean. in penitent zeal, he rushes to steal kisses from their tulips and drinks of their bitter wine. the same flavor fizzes upon my own…read more


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ECLIPSE I never thought you were an alien. your star-kissed eyes— your light blazing a whole through the sky in an arc filled with two qualities— love and hate— positive negativity— well, I’m not sure, but hate ain’t the stream that bears the cross of peace and compassion. love is    infinite strings          of heartlight rippling into eternal creation. a universe in a grain of sand, electrons in the cosmos, revolving, evolving holograms. these are the airstrips for your starships, filaments bright. the go-go was right— heaven is a…read more

Paper Dolls

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PAPER DOLLS   paper dolls— dolls made of tin. wafer thin hallowed halls made of onion skin. sour grapes, headaches, tears on the chin. knee scrapes, heartaches, scars on the skin. fastball, u-haul. bad grace, saving face, crimson red lambskin divisive, decisive. jet lagged, windbag, politician, kingpin. windblown windows. ragtag baggage. a dust bin of clothes pins and a hollow mannequin. horizontal, continental. ice pick lipstick. tinctures that puncture your chagrin. lemonade, big parade. bushwacker, firecracker. pretty painted plastic dolls. wide-eyed, tongue-tied, constantly restrained and sufficiently contained. brains scattered. doesn’t…read more


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  STARDUST KITTY   these are the coordinates for the coordination of cooperation for all units in legion and those in this region of space and time.   stardust kitty, isn’t she pretty? doesn’t she snuggle and purr, her crackling fur such radiant electricity?   she pitches the spark that provides the light for our spirit to see as we travel through dark and formless night.   she shines so bright, broadcasting her light to every receiver, even the deceiver and contrite.   I am the byte. I am the…read more


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BUTTER golden butter halo dripping down my skin, melting from my burning thoughts, scalding the sin within. fears unhinged  from my mind and now I understand how releasing them into the sky casts stars into the sand. burning light shining bright, how I wish I could see you shining here inside me. set this starship free. refine my grace and burnish this place. abolish the hate within your faith. blow the ash from your charcoaled wings, rouse your soul with compassion– your heart with plangent strings. why not love yourself?…read more


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JITTERBUG  SHOES i got my lachrymose lipstick. i got my strand of polished tears. i got my father’s raging voice still burning in my ears. i can hear my storied muse gleefully tapping, joyfully rapping, despondent staccato’d heartbeats in her jitterbug shoes. always so articulate. always so precise. are we more or less honorable when we pay the price for betraying our light? a moment in fractions, distilled from actions both coarse and triumphant in every lifetime. the seen sees the seer in the grains of sand falling from my…read more


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SATELLITE dizzy little moon spinning in the room, revolving obliquely, sublimely, and sweetly, tilting like a loon. shine down on me as you peel ripples from the sea of eternity. oh, satellite— you’re dishing it, you’re slinging it into orbit, parting of the waves. particles or waves? no one knows everything these days. I’m getting it— I’m bringing it home— this moment in time is brought to you by the universe and a bottle of wine. live on every station, broadcasting through the air, this is me right here. I’m…read more


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  bouncing in and out of reality, like stepping on stars— light—dark—light—dark— blink in—blink out— a swirl of color through the prism in between.   if I could hold onto a moment and bend it to fit forever where would you be in the fold?   tugged out of the song, I separate, now there’s two of me— an observant One fluttering over my skin, the other weighed down by the burdens of sin.   am I hearing the song or am I singing along? distortion and static carve edges…read more


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These are my atoms ticking like clocks, chiming in flocks. this is how I know time flies. and here I am again, spirit spent on trivial things. diamond rings and parcels that spring from clinging desire. highly unstable, this half-life– as my radioactive performance corrodes the condition of moments that remain. so sample my bones. we all die alone, turning to dust, and born once more as fertile earth, nourishing the fields and evening the score before returning for the next revolution.