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Tag Archives: Poetry free verse
Excuses
I write after the children and cats are asleep and the news slows like a clock needing winding in an age when most time is measured digitally, and whispered to satellites so it is always right. I need to wait for … Continue reading
Cultural Graffiti
This is an old, old poem I am revising, as I believe it still has relevance today. This does have ***FOUL LANGUAGE*** in it (I use a word in here I have never said–ever, and I don’t read this one … Continue reading
what the?
no one else knows such precise approximately my difficulty but you unknowing that absolute limited science of solutions to track thicker than layers of water over the nothing of everything duller than diamonds shiny as mud & I am confused with … Continue reading
how not to write a poem
there are elements in this process I might have neglected along the way like use of meter, alliteration, or assonance string- ing syllables taut, so it doesn’t sound like a Blue Mountain Greeting Card; because free verse is often confused with … Continue reading
Moon musings
who says we have said everything that can wax and wane poetic about this disc locked by gravity but still pulling the tides of the seas & our blood?
my dead
I call them my dead, not that they don’t still belong to themselves or to the universe now, but they are mine because when they lived we walked together & now I carry memories from each of them like small … Continue reading
XX
XX: No, not the rating for porn flicks, or a row of kisses on a love letter– the chromosome that divides us as a species into 2 rough halves. I don’t want to say female, I don’t want to say woman, … Continue reading
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Tagged femnism, FGM, foot binding, motherhood, poetry, Poetry free verse, woman
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