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Guest Feature – The Earth is a Living Thing
is a black shambling bear ruffling its wild back and tossing mountains into the sea is a black hawk circling the burying ground circling the bones picked clean and discarded is a fish black blind in the belly of water is a diamond blind in the black belly of coal is a black… Continue reading
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Princess
Didn’t know the whole world was mine…my princess self…. didn’t know bout this crown on my head, just death and pain till the winds got tired of blowing on me…. said it was time for the branch to be lifting my chin from the ground so lest I could see what the sky looks like…… Continue reading
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There’s a Poem Somewhere
There’s a poem somewhere waiting to be heard. There’s a child out there confused and afraid so he waits and she waits to be heard. There’s a man out there who wants to know truth but this world is so tempting that his dreams he’d rather pursue there’s a poem out there somewhere that speaks… Continue reading
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Guest Feature: Waiting for Someone – Lamar Jorden
“Somewhere In the Northwest region of Seattle Washington There’s a homeless man, armed with a beer can Trying to drink away war memories Waiting for someone Self-less enough to lend him an ear He sits on the side of a Pizzeria on the corner of Queen Ann and Mercer In a chair, they probably kick… Continue reading
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When Death Gives Birth to Humility
Have you ever felt guilty trying to console someone who has lost a loved one even though it’s not your fault? Like, why do we say we’re sorry in the first place? What have we ourselves done? We apologize because we’re sorry for their sadness, and also because somehow, their loss has humbled us: “It… Continue reading
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Let’s Make Music
I wanna make music tonight I wanna sing for you Don’t ask me to metaphor into bunny rabbits cause I ain’t up here to do tricks for you I am up here to sing for you I am here to make music to make melody you ask me why I don’t show my face why… Continue reading
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Dear Humility….
Dear Humility, Let your hit of youth strengthen calm my memories and feed me with the essence that is your backbone. Continue reading
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