Author Archives: nathanbiberdorf

Clean Up The Sides, And A Little Off The Top

“No fear of that.” I’m still thinking of the words, how they felt and tasted as I spoke them Like water, like air, like nothing at all A flavor grown undetectable from its prolific presence in my environment I think … Continue reading

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If Music Be The Food Of Love, I Have A Severe Dietary Imbalance

I’m the worst kind of romantic In love with the idea of love Obsessed with infatuation A dreamer who dreams only of dreaming I write odes to ideas Sonnets to silhouettes of people I have never met I’m besotted by … Continue reading

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Thoughts From the CD Rack

Sometimes I notice something in my apartment out of the corner of my eye and rediscover something I’ve had in plain sight for so long that I’ve forgotten about it. Today my eyes fell across my CD tower, and now … Continue reading

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Self-Titled Albumen

My thoughts are an egg Cook for just the right time And out pops an omelet of meter and rhyme My thoughts are an egg Cook for one second less And then the yolk is all runny, and you cut … Continue reading

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La Femme Must be Free

La femme must be free You cannot lock her in a tower Tie a string about her ankle Or forswear her from conversing with or knowing other hommes How can you cherish what is chained? How can you treasure what … Continue reading

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The One About Sex

I’ve been thinking about sex lately. That’s nothing new, of course, but the way I’ve been thinking about it has been different this year. Rewind to New Years: I’m ringing in the year with some friends, and after a few … Continue reading

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Never a Dull Moment in the Garden of Kinesthesia

I’d forgotten how it felt to not feel Not hurt, not ache or pain No thrim-throb in the brim-brain No anxieties about now, tomorrow, yesterday No scrumbled thoughts of ‘What’d I say’ This amnesia is electrifying And I want to … Continue reading

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