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About sandrathibodeaux

Poet and Playwright

Conspiracy Theories

Conspiracy Theories I a siege of frangipani or a kiss an incense assault or transcendence threatened by foliage pierced by dawn vanilla is a poison and you’re a killer undressed   II planes slowly find Bali smoke tears away to … Continue reading

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The Cost of Prayer

The Cost of Prayer You’ll find the gambling den next to the mosque. Take your tip from the man wearing a peci, turning his back on religious fervour dealing spades and hearts. In the distance, a pink princess grows age … Continue reading

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The Delusional Suite

The Delusional Suite Grand Delusions Lost in sleepwalking halls. A grand piano, stage light; none of the above. I open a door. A breath breaks mooring, finds my shores. I know where I am now. Where had I got to … Continue reading

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Girl, the things that get stuck in your head

Girl, the things that get stuck in your head How many things you break while drunk? A sacrifice isn’t unless it hurts. A sacrificial glass makes you sweep the floor at last. * Girl, the things that get stuck in … Continue reading

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DIRTY H2O

Hi, poetry lovers (and folks who thought they could access something saucy through my title). (Well, you can, actually, so read on …) My new book! Yes, it has been released into the world and it looks a little like … Continue reading

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Prettier Suns

Mediation Leo, drop the pride. Cancer, you’re not the only one needing pain relief. Mars glares at the others in a cardinal cross you’ve both been hammered on. Leo, it’s only a shell and the meat is sweet. Cancer, it’s … Continue reading

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Saturdays with Sauce

Saturdays with Sauce Bus stops and tomato sauce are inseparable. * The nutter will always find you. * What makes hot buns cross? What cross did you bear when my arms went cold? * We were inseparable and the surgery … Continue reading

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