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Category Archives: New Free Verse
Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
this was no Pentecost tongues of fire wrapping the faithful; simply a baptismal service where she waited in line with the 12-year-olds, but she waited 42 years to step into water chest high her hand gripping the…
Posted in New Free Verse
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spam haiku
fused from the center some wonderful entropy lights the core of us ***now, which of you brilliant people can tell me the phrase I found in my spam that prompted this haiku?
in our place
I guess we feminist woman-loving/man-hating child devouring witches of women (which I have been told I am, just for having a voice and a mind, and not hiding either) no longer know our place and we need to be schooled on who … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged feminism, North Carolina defunding planned parenthood, poetry, United States, Women
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so you like jazz
not really much of an opening in a club where that’s all they play so what on the piano backed by bass is how I feel tonight and the answer is no I live it sometimes and sometimes its just … Continue reading
the brass
no aloneness today but for this interposed brass in these ears my wailing wall of jazz anesthesia I pilgrim to praying a be bop blown before I was born but still with that vinyl turned digital bounce and if my life had … Continue reading
faith, embodied
I should breathe worship like old-order Amish every conscious second every action a prayer of movement and letting be