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January 11, 2021 |
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In the cemetery for thwarted artists A breach caused by the storm surge A resurrection: crosses Rise from the snow like wild grasses. We are dealing with categories we...
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January 10, 2021 |
in Poetry |
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LISTEN First he’ll gift me nights tied with cheap Merlot ribbons frayed beneath crescent moons then introduce me to the art of whistling, instruct me to pucker less before...
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January 4, 2021 |
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LET X BE THE CENTRE My body builds another body inside itself. My mother gives birth and she is mythless and moonless again and this is what I fear most: her, yellowing in the soft and...
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October 26, 2020 |
in Poetry |
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It’s not hard to think of yourself, the empty beer bottle, your sleeping wife (on the border of despair), the news that brews disaster after disaster more revelations of harassment...
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October 25, 2020 |
in Poetry |
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You should never ever use the word vagina in a poem.Better to write about the great wall of Chinaor Nina from Carolina.Better to describe the dinerin the desert of Nevadawith its blue walls...
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October 24, 2020 |
in Poetry |
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over the Salton Sea, with the aircraft shooting out of the tip of the phallus. We...
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October 24, 2020 |
in Poetry |
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he spits saliva into bottles containing ships / ponders how far his DNA can take him / the ink on his divorce still glinting / aspires to be stately / in ways he fell short as man of the...
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March 18, 2020 |
in Poetry, Spoken Word |
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Paul LaTorre is a poet, activist and educator who teaches at Bloomfield College in NJ. Blending pop culture with advocacy for various forms of trauma including abuse, disorder, and mental...
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January 10, 2020 |
in Poetry |
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THE DUKE OF YORK @ 5 PM. for mickalene thomas men talk about the weather like they were born for it. or...
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December 26, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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IN EIGHTS // Octaves I: Emergence Let the moss take youhalfway to origina doorway of sticking Imagine the stone patha step forwardthe terra change beforeyou press a foot down 2:...
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December 26, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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COUNTING EVERY PETAL The ground is finally bare, the snow vanished into it as if it had not smothered the world for months. It might wrap its shroud around us again. We...
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December 26, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM A woman is housing, is keeping the darks from the lights, is splitting wings from breasts, dividing one into knives and spoons, answering: What’s for...
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December 23, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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A MEMORY OF WATER It rains because another body has fled its wounds. It rains because morning is sick with drought. It rains because only water has memory. It rains & someone’s...
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December 22, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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THE PRESTIGE Boys desire to be desired, too. Boys move out of single parent homes & into double occupant condos of unwilling to fix foundations so they never...
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December 11, 2019 |
in Haiku, Poetry |
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1. Using This Booklet “This booklet does not offer a plan for recovery from alcoholism” (Living Sober, Intro) There is no chronology in addiction. It is always where it...