Oliver Miller – Medium

Jan 29

“Winter Hex, North Sea” —

The radio static of your silence could fill the North Sea and has. But those weather maps, now decommissioned, which I love. The blessed confinement of a hex. Those lovely spaces. And think of men and women and that sustaining floating silent grid that is committed to it all, silent. Or don’t. Call the fucking whole thing off. The…

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Jan 22

“Sometimes you’re tired and you just write a poem based on the ‘Alien’ movies” —

Dissonance influx. And my weapons ship stands ready. So let us drop, through impenetrable clouds of storm-grey and storm-blue, to the Hell Planet, where we will face all fears, oh sure, but also face me and you. So stay frosty. And we’re in the pipe, five-by-five. And you. You know what…

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“Sometimes you’re tired and
you just write a poem based on the
‘Alien’ movies” —

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Jan 15

On Fuckability

Nothing binds us but fuckability. You’ll come up with nothing better. When a dog whines through its muzzle, it makes a keening Irish sound. That would be this sound. And you had really best get used to it, bro. Nothing confirms our fuckability. It’s not like being pretty, where you can sort of figure it out. Transient and…

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On Fuckability

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Dec 30, 2022

“Lines Written on a City Bus” —

we (haven't we) made a path through a thousand trials

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“Lines Written on a City Bus” —

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Dec 23, 2022

“We were ransacked” —

The truth is, we were ransacked. And how can I go to the mirror every day thinking I’m going to see something different? We all do this in old age, thinking that it’s going to be a nice surprise that greets us. Instead, this. If I were a car, you’d strip me for used parts. If I…

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Dec 20, 2022

“What If I” —

What if I wrote a personal ad telling you of my oldness, my ugliness, the way that I cry at the littlest things, how I am insecure yet controlling, and then posted it on match dot com or wherever, or a really short version for tinder, would that do something for you, just pitching all my awfulness into the…

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“What If I” —

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Dec 20, 2022

“Terminator III” —

We live in fear of robots, plus global warming, plastic bags, the buglike hum of smartphones. Still it isn’t the future, but the past that…

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“Terminator III” —

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Dec 13, 2022

“To Anonymous” —

Look, let’s get down to brass tacks for a second here. Looking at you, and looking at me, you can see the difference, which makes everything clear. And then everything clicks into place. Look, you’re very good-looking and I’m not. Understand that and it all makes sense. I’m ugly, and it’s not a metaphor. And poems never talk about shit like…

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“To Anonymous” —

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Dec 7, 2022

“Tribute” —

The things we did and said, no longer a part of us, still exist, like looking down on a map of the world, or a globe, and seeing your own particular city, and trying to imagine it from above, like that. The intruder in the spaceship sees your city like that. We see it as streets…

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“Tribute” —

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Nov 18, 2022

I he< 3rt drama —

I have an ugly confession to make (for real). I love drama and what comes after. The girl, standing at the back of the party, swigging…

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I he< 3rt drama —

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Oliver Miller

Oliver Miller

I have an MFA in fiction and have written for lots of places. To read my good stuff, you’ll have to subscribe to me — I now only ‘publish’ the blah stuff here.

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