Tag: Poetry
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So Much Depends
upon the violence of want. Consider the female anglerfish, the ones with glowing lure and jaws like swinging lanterns, or…
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butter
my family bowed their heads as I, four years old, say grace with deep reverence: butter, butter I love butter.…
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My stupid brain is telling me to go to the park so I’m going now
texts my 9-year-old nephew and I wish my brain would tell me something wholesome instead of, the apocalypse is now…
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Thank
Thank the animal, hunted, slain. Thank the concrete sidewalk, the dirt-orange brick wall, the kitchen floor water bug. Thank the…
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As a Boy, He Played With Matches
patches of brown grass dotted his yard, smoke rising under the sticky Georgia sun now, as we sit side-by-side…
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speak like gravy
speak like gravy; syllabification like you’ve got all the time in the world. like the days are long and wet…
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I Am From the Places They Brought Me
“From buildings ground to atmosphere, I am from the places they brought me.” –Luke Cameron, age 10 Downtown Austin…
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Prism
It was not what I expected which is a hell of a comment to make about three rainbows. I…
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Scholar Among the Neglected
Mosquitoes had me so eaten up I quit slapping.I let them drink while I spelled fortyfor the slow kids, fiend,…
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Less
you’d never say it: that i deserve less as an autistic woman i speak my mind with a steady voice…