Marge Piercy
Implications Of One Plus One by Marge Piercy

Implications Of One Plus One by Marge Piercy

Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth and raising tons of rock into jagged crests of ...

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For The Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy

For The Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy

Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is a tedious delusion, a hobby like knitting. Work is what ...

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The Friend by Marge Piercy

The Friend by Marge Piercy

We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes. Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your ...

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To The Pay Toilet by Marge Piercy

To The Pay Toilet by Marge Piercy

You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming and going. In bus depots and airports and turnpike plazas some woman is ...

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What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy

What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy

The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe. She is manufactured like a sports sedan. She is ...

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Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy

Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every ...

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Belly Good by Marge Piercy

Belly Good by Marge Piercy

A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek as a seal hauled out in ...

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The Woman In The Ordinary by Marge Piercy

The Woman In The Ordinary by Marge Piercy

The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girlis crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.Round and pebble smooth she effaces herselfunder ripples of conversation and debate.The ...

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To Be Of Use by Marge Piercy

To Be Of Use by Marge Piercy

The people I love the bestjump into work head firstwithout dallying in the shallowsand swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.They seem to become natives of that ...

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The Morning Half-Life Blues by Marge Piercy

The Morning Half-Life Blues by Marge Piercy

Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward workin fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur.The shop windows snickerflashing them hurrying over dresses they cannot afford:you are not ...

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Rape Poem by Marge Piercy

Rape Poem by Marge Piercy

There is no difference between being rapedAnd being pushed down a flight of cement stepsExcept that the wounds also bleed inside.There is no difference between being rapedAnd ...

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Always Unsuitable by Marge Piercy

Always Unsuitable by Marge Piercy

She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.They were grinning politely and evenly at me.Unsuitable they smirked. It is trueI look a stuffed turkey in a suit. Breaststoo big ...

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Attack Of The Squash People by Marge Piercy

Attack Of The Squash People by Marge Piercy

And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat and eat and eat. They're coming, they're on us, the long ...

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Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day by Marge Piercy

Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day by Marge Piercy

In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded lonely raisin in a cake of concrete. The ...

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The Cat’s Song by Marge Piercy

The Cat’s Song by Marge Piercy

Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother's ...

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The Neighbor by Marge Piercy

The Neighbor by Marge Piercy

Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with iron heels who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning, ...

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My Mother’s Body by Marge Piercy

My Mother’s Body by Marge Piercy

1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to rise, when despair descends softly as the snow covering all paths and choking ...

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A Work Of Artifice by Marge Piercy

A Work Of Artifice by Marge Piercy

The bonsai treein the attractive potcould have grown eighty feet tallon the side of a mountaintill split by lightning.But a gardenercarefully pruned it.It is nine inches ...

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Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy

Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy

This girlchild was born as usualand presented dolls that did pee-peeand miniature GE stoves and ironsand wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.Then in the magic of puberty, a ...

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The Secretary Chant by Marge Piercy

The Secretary Chant by Marge Piercy

My hips are a desk, From my ears hang chains of paper clips. Rubber bands form my hair. My breasts are quills of mimeograph ink. My feet bear casters, Buzz. Click. My head is a ...

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The Birthday Of The World by Marge Piercy

The Birthday Of The World by Marge Piercy

On the birthday of the worldI begin to contemplatewhat I have done and leftundone, but this yearnot so much rebuildingof my perennially damagedpsyche, shoring up ...

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The cup of Eliyahu by Marge Piercy

The cup of Eliyahu by Marge Piercy

In life you had a temper.Your sarcasm was a whetted knife.Sometimes you shuddered with fearbut you made yourself act no matterhow few stood with you.Open the door for Eliyahuthat ...

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Traveling Dream by Marge Piercy

Traveling Dream by Marge Piercy

I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I keep forgetting. Secretly the clock is bolting forward ten minutes at a click ...

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Toad Dreams by Marge Piercy

Toad Dreams by Marge Piercy

That afternoon the dream of the toads rang through the elms by Little Riverand affected the thoughts of men, though they were not conscious that they heard it.--Henry Thoreau The ...

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Winter Promises by Marge Piercy

Winter Promises by Marge Piercy

Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and fast growing as Jack's Viagra-sped ...

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