poetry
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Poetry Piece: “Close Your Eyes”
Close Your Eyes Machine guns gleam and jackboots click Vacant eyes blink back tears Tiny prisoners caged for slaughter Welcome to America, welcome to your new home Vacant eyes blink back tears Under flood lights blinding bright Welcome to your cell, welcome to your new home Piles of children spilt on concrete …
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Poetry Piece: “Escuintles”
Escuintles Have you met the dogs In the De Young Museum? You can see them Behind glass In the Mesoamerica Room; it’s almost like A pet shop. Olmec, I think, they’re Like chihuahuas But plump, The color of dust. My favorite Is scratching At…
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Poetry Piece: “Unforeseen”
Unforeseen The poison apple provides ample rest for Snow’s strength to return and certain vision to coalesce. The prince’s kiss, electrifies; yet what seals the deal is her awakened personal power. From glass case made for her slumber she rises and strides to the cottage alight with wattage disallowed before her nap.…
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POETRY: “your two big toes”
your two big toes the gate’s frame heaves and hoes depending on the season in winter, snug and resistant like a pill bug rolled up tight, looking to tuck to a soft warm side rib then in summer blooming loose, an open laughing game can’t catch my running smile but love, me I am all…
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POETRY: “Celia”
Celia I feel very connected with you, as I am writing this but also reading this for the first time, just like you. And you, will you be cared for by Iaia, as I was, as a little girl in Rio, where my crazy flower of a momma left my father, the man in the…
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POETRY: “washing machines in a dark room”
washing machines in a dark room almost romantic, to watch the two move balanced in step, rumbling in one another’s rhythm the two grasp at touches, the sound of gentle metal upon gentle metal the humming reminiscent of conversations that drift into early morning hours in their stomachs a swirl of foam and bubbles light-hearted…
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POETRY: “Sign”
Sign I saw it writ big on the new building’s side: Hayes Valley Isn’t Just a State of Mind It’s a State of Being. I doubted that credo out loud— Its ontology, its epistemology. No one answered me. Is it true? How can one know? Only faith might illuminate this mystery. I strained mine to…
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POETRY: “Old Furniture, Valencia Street”
Old Furniture, Valencia Street low middle frequencies of easy conversation soft shaded light through sidewalk windows sweet maple umbrellas over dozing meters and wheels tenants of Valencia arise and meander down your street weaving like rattlers on your way to Dolores I see you while a soft saxophone purrs in my ear, rubs against my…
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POETRY: “The Night Before Tomorrow”
The Night Before Tomorrow Black above as far as the neck will stretch Dark night sky, ear to ear black But for the fireflies alit And the stars that dance with white twinkles And the faint smudge from 12 th Street Aloft across the roof Under the dome Down to behind Billy’s dad’s house Where…
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Poetry Piece: “Getting Dressed”
Getting Dressed I put on a dress. Turn once, twice in the mirror, inspect my ass, my legs, my breasts. I look myself in the eyes, smile, comfortable with my pieces and the way they fit together, satisfied, with how I have learned to carry myself lovingly, deliberately, and with pride. Then, I imagine…
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