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 The Prophet (— modern rendering) Teach me to love? Better teach yourself some wit — I’m the head professor in that art. Go te... [read more] |
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"salt-ritual of the bay" Tideglass and torn kelp bundle— The children marked the hem of dusk with thumbprints... [read more] |
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"archipelago, rehearsal" The pianist told her students to listen not with their ears but with their ankles.... [read more] |
 In your light, I unlearn the dark, its stiffened tongue, its cold resolve. And I find instead a language made, of warmth, of wind, of soft d... [read more] |
 A black trash bag. That’s what they give you when you leave a foster home. Not a suitcase. Not a duffel. Not a backpack. An empty trash bag.... [read more] |
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"streambound" In the stream before thought, a silver thread spills from a cloud’s open palm. It beads the air wit... [read more] |
 Saturday afternoon at noon or 1 ... [read more] |
 أقول.. وقد أودى بقلبي جُفاتُه: أيا سارياً، هل ضلّ عنك زماني؟ أراك، من الآمادِ، تُرسل قُبلةً لِكونٍ سلا إحساسَه.. وسلاني فبِتُّ غر... [read more] |
 Verse 1 Parasitic PatrioticTo the point Of being beyondFucking toxic andSo chaoticWe thrive on itWhile always beingThe fuck upWho is never w... [read more] |
 Remember it was late last year The night that I first met you dear You stole my heart, you didn't even try But as time passed, noticed a cha... [read more] |
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WHO FLEW THE COUP WHEN THEY WEREN'T READY AND RUFFLED SOME FEATHERS WHEN THEY FELT UNSTEADY WHO STAYED TOO LONG AND BECAME TEDIOUS DI... [read more] |
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I, too, admire the leaves of grass that, in splendor surpassing Solomon's, have welcomed beauty (male to male) like K-Pop and kissed eagerly... [read more] |
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I will always be beholden to children… they are where some of my gratitude stems… Because they remind me every day… If we want... [read more] |
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As adults when we look out on our world and pain and sadness are all we see we need only look upon our children to restore our faith... [read more] |
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How often we call our babies little angels…especially when they’re sleeping. It’s a memory that lasts forever in our he... [read more] |