Poems by sibyllene

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  • The lions of Assyria were
    shrunken things - short...

  • She leans,
    probably too far...

  • I'm about as French
    as a year without...

  • Dawn broke red over Ithaca,
    where Penelope woke...

  • The seventh son of a seventh son
    is destined for oddity. He'll be born surely...

  • My grandma wears army boots
    and tromps in them for miles...

  • I remember
    (like a past sunset, half conjured through the fog...

  • She shared a womb with the monster;
    this is something everyone has forgotten...

  • Little cat with her shining eyes
    drapes a tail around my brain. She...

  • I have a cat who lives
    between my ears, who...

  • Sometimes
    after I paint...

  • Opaqueness
    is an illusion that allows...