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Poetry and Racism
I don’t know how to talk about a lot of things so I usually end up talking about poetry. Poetry freezes a moment, looks deeply at the past and present contained in one interaction, shares a story that is not just of one individual in one time period, but a collective experience spanning generations. Poetry…
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The Spotlight and the Cage You don’t know me nowI made it out somehow, I cutmyself from who I was when Iwas always in your gaze She’d dance and she would hideShe’d hold you like the tide, she’d trytry to wash you of your sorrow,Try to carry all the weight And oh, I know she…
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Adam Something was missing from his anatomy. He searched his body without knowing what he was looking for, what it would feel like, how large it was. His hands always landed on his smooth stretch of belly. That had to have been significant. How lonely, to bear no mark of being tethered to anything. How…
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28/30
Each day is a rewrite of the rest so far. Today, I write myself patient. I give myself breaths that fill my lungs like two plump balloons. I float rather than walk. When I open my mouth, the sound of light rain on leaves comes out. If it hurts where the skin is stitching back…
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Ten Things I’ve Been 1. The hunter. 2. The man on the screen. 3. The fire of a hungry torch. 4. The stone of the walls. 5. The sea cradling relics in its arms. 6. The deer. 7. The man on the screen. 8. The smoke in her lungs. 9. The sound trapped inside. 10.…