Poetry
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These Women
Insolent like heavy shoulders hard to bear weight refusing to be comforted contemptuous a rubbed off gentleness like candy wore off the sugar like sugar wore off the sweet when they pass by us on the street an invisible burden hangs from the creases of their jeans like expectation scratching it’s nails against the concrete… Continue reading
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The First Time
The first time we made love was when you walked into my classroom your eyes danced and moved graciously inside mine like dancers carefully twirling to the sound of their own heart beats and we were young-er got lost in your mind and day dreamed about your beauty could not wait to get to class… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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Strive
“Some of us are just too close to the ground to see what the sky looks like. STRIVE.” – EC Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Language
Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another. a stranger’s voice echoing through lonely valley’s, a lover’s voice rising so close it’s your own tongue: these are the keys to cipher, the way the hawk’s key unlocks the throat of the sky and the coyote’s yip knocks… Continue reading
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I’m Sorry
death it’s sting produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s” hoping their voice is sad enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved… Continue reading
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Signed__________
Formless and empty am I soft to a fathers touch cool liquid moving throughout my being wrapped tightly around, feet tucked underneath me stretching for miles around. formless and empty am I, formless and empty was I, before you perverted my ground, before feet touched down inside my heart, before outstretched arms tore my world… Continue reading
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