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June 8, 2016 |
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My ovaries beat like a heart, pinhead egg crates are tiny satellites, float so slight, we cannot feel the work, what lived in our mothers now lives in us. A shallow panic attack every...
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April 15, 2016 |
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When we do everything for which the moon is named empty nobody can tell me a damn thing I’m the offspring of a shadow and don’t care who knows it I sit on the stoop listening to...
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April 11, 2016 |
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The butter slices, avocado pieces fall into his lips, slide into the song of sealed eyes humming; I stay only until I know which of the two is doing the seducing Simple things, like...
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April 10, 2016 |
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“To win the people, always cook them some savory that pleases them.”–Aristophanes -1- He grabs the hot dog, positions it and grins. Varicose and flabby, weary and...
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April 9, 2016 |
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After dinner when I was a child we’d walk from 17th Street up the hill to visit my aunt and uncle, Zia Rosa and Zio Gianni. Zio built a huge grape arbor at least thirty feet long and 20...
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February 14, 2016 |
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She stayed seven years, snow in snow out. Listened to echoing jazz guitars and shook broad doggy dog paws. Dusted brains, almost daily, and thought about trips to Ireland the day after...
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January 3, 2016 |
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You could be addicted to emptiness, in particular mine more than others. As if my way of offering fulfillment required a reversal of what you assume to be a branch stripped of green down to...
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December 18, 2015 |
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I taste of salt. My fingers cannot sit still. I smuggled tears from smile to smile. When I became too tired to run, I swam. What love does not reach beyond borders? I swam. I rose. I flew....
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November 15, 2015 |
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first adornment it’s ramadan i’m nine years old drinking juice of crushed & strained hibiscus it darkens my lips a bitten red...
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November 8, 2015 |
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Think of the day you learned by looking & listening: a song & silence All at once, stunned, You know When the very act Of presence or pretending Becomes contractual, Bodies,...
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November 6, 2015 |
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Our butterfly is neither madam nor monsieur, but flight is the theme which means anywhere is the domain, anywhere butterfly won’t be maimed or captured by the criminal element among...
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October 25, 2015 |
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Window’s cracked and we’re here again, delicate as the hurling of spoons, nerves raw down to the nook. Yesterday I laid flat against the sheets as if to say my road is your road....
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September 15, 2015 |
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Her contraposto posture is pure contraband, a reclamation project of lashes that remember the overseer’s lash. Each holstered fist awaits ascension as she commands an arc of...
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August 27, 2015 |
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The Summer of ‘77 I learned the Spanish phrase: pelo malo when my aunt announced that I’d never be loved by a white man con ese pelo malo. I loved my hair, the way it frizzed around...
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August 25, 2015 |
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(SMARTPHONE VIDEO IMPROVISATIONS—CHICAGO—4/26/15) AT THE ONSET OF SUNSET CITY UNSETTLED CHAIN HOTEL...