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Bailey Merlin
Poem #33
Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...

Bailey Merlin
Dec 1, 20221 min read
Poem #31
Double Helix Breakdown She’s waiting for spiders to crawl from her fingernail ridges and ride into battle, feeling their history as they...

Bailey Merlin
Aug 4, 20221 min read
Poem #29
Hill of Beans The doughnut shop isn’t up to code; danger makes a delicious dish. Here, hello is flash-fried catfish. Go ahead, eat up,...

Bailey Merlin
Apr 15, 20211 min read
Poem #28
Lesson in Lockjaw My grandfather’s jaw is locked into the smoothness of my chin, a mechanism that helps me chew the fat at Christmas,...

Bailey Merlin
Mar 18, 20211 min read
Poem #21
Autotomy I’m passions paled away ashy, waiting for a word to flutter, hinging on this fingernail, and that one scratching out phrases...

Bailey Merlin
Oct 30, 20191 min read
Poetry Update 6!
My piece “in conversation with yet another therapist i stopped seeing” was announced as a finalist in the Lascaux Prize in Poetry...

Bailey Merlin
Mar 23, 20191 min read
Poem #15
when i realized i’d never forgive you when i saw the trumpeter blow the horn, my jericho heart came down, moved from flesh to fluid. it...

Bailey Merlin
Aug 19, 20181 min read
Poem #9
Untethered The world is made of string, all held together, tangled, tripping though resting on quantum foam to make up quarks both...

Bailey Merlin
Feb 20, 20181 min read
Poem #7
Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...

Bailey Merlin
Nov 17, 20171 min read
Poem #6
My Gujarat Girl She never told me, but I knew the way she slept in mango trees and rolled over ripened fruit, a fragrant mess as she...

Bailey Merlin
Jul 11, 20171 min read
Poem #5
As I struggle with yet another pressure migraine, I think fondly (okay, no so fondly) on the scarce few mornings in which I have woken up...

Bailey Merlin
Jul 3, 20171 min read
Poem #4
Rosebud I felt a pinch in my palm: a rosebud sprouted from my life line. Its sepals clung together like a trembling suit of armor. I...

Bailey Merlin
Jun 30, 20171 min read
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