Friday night reading: Dance, What’s Left, and Chemistry
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Where I Burn
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I hope that if you spark the nerve to speak your meaningful words that you are shaking voice to toes on a stage in front poets. ***** When I am…
Today is the 19-year anniversary of my brother’s death near Baghdad, Iraq. After 9/11, I had feared his deployment to a war zone. I wrote the following poem when he…
I don’t need to make the last sound,you can speak it, yell it, growl it;think the final thought about it,rip your exclamation pointonto the pamphlet paperand then drop it in…
She tastes like marijuana and cabernet; it’s how she self-medicates her lore, who she was before; she rips this moment ablaze and pulls me sulfur-sparking all the way further into…
His word-fingers slip my buttons from their slots, those intentional letters sparkle my spots and crevices. My mind sips his thoughts, my heart disintegrates, melts wetter into the dots of…
Sometimes, I die inside because people I love are there. There’s no solution, no medication to tighten tear ducts or lighten the aches, no erasers for the sharp lines and…
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