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Summer Punk
have you ever been in ohio in the summertime? it is one of the best combinations of time and place i’ve ever tasted. midwest humidity seeping out of your pores, down your forehead into the tee shirt...
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Full Moon Insomnia
Black and Brown girls sing battle hymns across telephone wires. Out amethyst wombs incubate brave new souls. Looking fear in the eyes we say, “Step aside! We got things to do and shit to work on.”...
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Yearning
yearning and yearning and yearning. and now you’re gone. listening to pop punks songs pulling my heart strings closer to some idea of you or me or what we could be in writin love poems. cryptic and...
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Dreams of Fire
There is a fire that burns at the base of your spine. As it is awakened it rises reaching your third eye. On its journey up it filters and cleans, removing the residue of toxic emotions and experiences...
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Mary Oliver Sings to Me
Mary Oliver Sings to Me The serendipitous song sings as this purring cat vibrates my thighs. I think all poets must smoke cigarettes and live in black and white. Or maybe desert pueblos with Sylvia...
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Fear of Fire
I’ll wear wool sweaters all winter long and burn incense instead of cigarettes. I have a fascination with smoke. My mom used to worry that I’d burn the house down. Seems a legitimate fear.Filed under:...
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My Voice Looks Good
My voice used to dress itself up in fancy eloquence. Not knowing it’s rhythm it danced regrettably un-self-assured. But dance it did, to the measure of anyone else’s quantification. These days my voice...
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Ain’t I a Woman?
I speak my truth and the hurricane wind’s topple on top of me with a force that is immovable. How can it be that we sacrifice our sisters for the sake of unity, cohesion, movement? Silence. My...
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Conjure Me a Revolution
I woke up to the sound of power culling against the edge of thunder clouds. It tasted like copper and looked like the earth splitting open with the fury of a thousand Afrikan warriors running free....
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Fever Dream
Flood my words out like an ocean sullied for thirst. Words tinged with the echo of crazy or maybe it’s just the way the light of feeling casts itself up against the surfaces that remind me to look away...
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