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October 11, 2021 |
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of the universe some remnant of prayer shawl, Kippah, candle. Vestment, nun’s habit, incense. The moon can eclipse the sun, the moon’s red and the red beads around grandmother’s neck...
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September 30, 2021 |
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“…Speak to me. Take my hand. I will tell you all. I will conceal nothing…Fist my mind in your hand. What are you now?…” -from Effort at Speech Between Two People by Muriel...
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June 3, 2021 |
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STÖRRISCH My art teacher once said “The clay is as it was born” And I think of my mother Her spine cradled me into this I accepted welcoming like a common burdock...
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June 1, 2021 |
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In the trees, the noonrose like an unmarked shadow,bare and sullen. A cat closed his eyesfor sleep. A cat slumbered inthe darkness of sun. In the window, apoet was imagininga...
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May 11, 2021 |
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STORY TELLING God raised an eyebrow, twitching nothing into possibility Questions blessed with spit and mistakes Universes quoting Beckett long before college students would ...
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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:...