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January 27, 2014 |
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A false lake. Sheen of a wanton flotilla peached in blue. The rented Nissan. Loam off green mountain. Explosions in the distance. Trails fractured and rethreaded....
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January 23, 2014 |
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For you took the night away over the garden wall & left no shelter for the aster or the deer that hid there, feeding. You emptied the buckets where rain would last for days. Where the...
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January 5, 2014 |
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It was a Saturday afternoon in June and the sun shone down on our naked skin as we passionately embraced and met soft lips and gazed into each other’s eyes as we began to make...
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January 5, 2014 |
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Flint and locket, Pockets turned out to rid of dust. From your perspective the flow Of time is quite imperceptible. From hers it is made of springs, And gears, and string. Her thoughts...
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January 4, 2014 |
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Xue Di reads his poem “Witch” in Chinese, followed by Forrest Gander who reads it in English. (From the Brown University Audio Collection, used with permission by Di.)...
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January 4, 2014 |
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One after another, westward we drive “love”—this fashionable car. Its bumper cuts through cheers and catcalls Love cuts open our bodies. We live in a strange country Love...
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January 3, 2014 |
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Who came to stop the two men for they must have stopped nights ago on an uptown sidewalk knot of flesh center of a gawking crowd One flung his body on the other ...
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December 3, 2013 |
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Behind the war on women Who does not control her own body? A slave. Aging white men addicted to power cannot stand girls and women choosing for themselves. They dream of bringing back...
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December 3, 2013 |
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…and find inside a picture, of myself as a child, sitting on a small chair, wearing overalls and shoes that must have been hand-me-downs because they are so worn the sole is coming loose....
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December 1, 2013 |
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When it’s yourself who’s looking and looked at— a myopic knowing in the morning, sleep-struck and shocked— this is my face! Unshareable, one-of-a-kind blandness....
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November 30, 2013 |
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A woman in a black kimono dyed black hair disappeared behind a black curtain I’d decided to give a poetry reading in drag A feather boa many...
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November 29, 2013 |
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Grandmother, You sit, Wrapped in your Persian melon-colored blanket, Rock back and forth, On that old rusty country porch, Whom the neighbors across the street Once called, Rusty Oak. Spit...
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November 28, 2013 |
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Lady Haiti, sister of all black nations, bold Mother of my ancestors ascendant acoustic homeland, I hear you. Your sonorous voice sounds like the homemade goat skin Bata drum beating in...
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November 27, 2013 |
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Hilda and her children are crammed into our front room. $8 a month holds her whole life in it. When her husband showed up blind, his whole family threw her out. They had always known...
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November 22, 2013 |
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At last, the extremes of his present methods seemed to offer the happiest avenues. The strengthening of even a single cell might become as much as new knowledge where ratty camouflage is...