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Monthly Archives: July 2012
Originally posted on Reflections:
By Noel Ihebuzor From their anthills and lairs, nests, cages and hovels, out of these inhuman holes, out of the dark damp cramped cages they call home They crawl out with subdued rage and hovering hope…
Posted in New Free Verse
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why the ocean has an intimacy to it
we know water and salt breathed weightless within turns & tidal rushes jealous of mermaids we long for what was laid down in blood memory that never knew words dream of flight as a casual push off of feet before we … Continue reading
buttercup of death
My kids were squabbling in the back of the car. Normal, right? Well, normal on the surface until Aryn looks at his sister, and shouts with all of his breath, “You buttercup of death!” Remember, this is the child who … Continue reading
complex in simplicity
complex in simplicity this flesh knows its workings & I move thankfully unaware of it, unknowing the small daily living and dying off of what makes me those cellular selves echoing the deep fingerprint of the hands that shaped not … Continue reading
insomnia
my eyes are open windows uncurtained painting naked beams across the ceiling shot from unshaded bulbs impossible to dream inside that brilliance & if I close my lids the heat thrown off by this spontaneous internal combustion will fuse them closed … Continue reading
Shinwari
She squats, entombed already inside that burka, gray linen worn as the stones and soil beneath her flat sandals stares into the treeline, past it her end playing out away from that greenness and silent, meeting it but she is not … Continue reading
Originally posted on the poet's billow:
Joy Harjo’s ‘Crazy Brave’ Path To Finding Her Voice In Crazy Brave, Joy Harjo recounts how her early years — an abusive stepfather, the hardships of teen motherhood — suppressed her artistic gifts…
Posted in New Free Verse
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