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Monthly Archives: February 2013
she writes moons
for Mari she triangulates the moons love wears breaks mirrors of rape for seven years’ worth of splintered luck she knows death prisms to rainbows when held to the light and god is more breathed than felt but known by … Continue reading
“Alone”
so much up I am a bubble in champagne unpopped rising drunk and redder than sunset somewhere far, far d o w n a palm tugged my string but here I am playmate to clouds
Clay (final)
for T If I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to … Continue reading
Originally posted on Reflections:
By Noel Ihebuzor Naming is dangerous, cheap prejudice and hate, foul the skies with clammy paws and febrile strokes spraying lurid ugliness on the frames of non-consenting city walls, obscene images and messages, spewing and…
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Clay (take 2)
for T If I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to a … Continue reading
Nkemkama
purpleeyed lemur long-limbing it up curtains instead of vines, she slides sinuous into cat-shaped corners. Nkemkama means “mine is the best” in Igbo.
Susan Daniels Poetry 