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Category Archives: New Free Verse
Originally posted on Sweet Mother:
So, Canadica launches tomorrow and at the risk of sounding redundant, you should follow it. I’m not going to go into a great big monologue about how it will discuss all things America and all…
Posted in New Free Verse
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bought not born
they had to drop out of air already walking & shaping talking points the men writing laws or maybe only straight white married women like the ones they own are worth protecting no–I think these men with keys to wind … Continue reading
standing
we stand on bones we stand on ideas we stand on the bones of ideas grown & gone to seed buried (planted) watered with blood & harvested such bitter fruit staining our hands
letters in a notebook (for Laurie)
so many flourishes in that signature the heart dotting the i in her name an internalized affectation left over from high school that fit a name made mostly of vowels those round sounds so perfectly pearled together & softer than my … Continue reading
20,000
Cannot believe this blog has been hit 20,000 times. Thanking you all.
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September Heights: Autumn (3 haiku)
we say summer fades after Labor Day, but we still have 18 days late summer sparks leaves to shift yellow to orange branches catching fire autumn steps lightly the brown leaves hiding my path just a hint of fall