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Monthly Archives: September 2012
Hate (poetry quartet)
by Boomiebol, David Trudel, Noel Ihebuzor, and Susan Daniels if hate has a voice it starts quiet as steam escaping through cracks in rock until the hissing amplifies to volcanic roars that no words can shout over or stop. If … Continue reading
if hate has a voice
if hate has a voice it starts quiet as steam escaping through cracks in rock until the hissing amplifies to volcanic roars that no words can shout over or stop.
OctPoWriMo–31 poems/31 days
Hey–I don’t know if any of you guys are interested in participating in this, but I am psyched up for it (and already warmed up by 30 days of haiku in September). I was thinking of trying 31 days of … Continue reading
i don’t want to down your up
i don’t want to down your up but it’s october tomorrow & everything’s falling & i need to fall too but backwards into leaves & just breathe those crushed tannins that taste of tea & home. home in the child sense … Continue reading
haiku heights: September heights–DAY 30!!!!!!
escaped balloons climb sometimes miles before they drift– several shades of free
double standards
she has two children by two different fathers you said, as if somehow that made her less i traced circles on your chest wrapped my fingers in that hair, and pulled just enough to sting or draw attention to my … Continue reading