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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Xan managed to teach me in a way that got me further interested in the subject, and since I took her class, I’ve written and performed on my own, and even participated in a few poetry slams. To top it off Xan is an inspiring individual of whom I consider a great influence.”. Eric Whitehead, AMHS class of ’14, University of British Columbia. Veda Gupta, AMHS class of ’14, Rice University. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Xan L. Roberti | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Author Archives: Xan L. Roberti. The edge of distress – poem. March 6, 2016. By Xan L. Roberti. Index fingers to thumbs, hands on the knees we heave together in Kapalabhati. I have come here often enough it may be brewing coffee, shifting the car to drive. At first my wingspan was the measure of safety how far over my neighbor’s sticky mat did my fingers spread in Ardha Chandrasana? Parallel access – poem. I want t...
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November | 2014 | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Monthly Archives: November 2014. Exquisite Corpse by my friend C Anne Gardner and me – “A Girls Best Friend” – POem. November 14, 2014. By Xan L. Roberti. Follow lightladder on WordPress.com. Follow me on Twitter. Dogwood: A Journal of Poetry and Prose. Bay Area Generations (a reading series for the ages). We tried our best. 1012 Third Street Unit C Santa Monica, CA 90403-2506. Matrix Magazine Online Supplement.
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June | 2015 | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Monthly Archives: June 2015. The flavor of coffee – poem. June 27, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. My friend says she can’t drink coffee because she’s an empath. The reasons clarify after Time Magazine declared it true. And I suppose it’s a see- saw to my 8-10 cups a day. One day I may run out, the earth may run out, global warming will be warned along the … Continue reading →. Powerlines – Poem. June 20, 2015. Times I se...
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Lost & Found – Poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Lost and Found – Poem. August 9, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. I want to cover you in neon stickers. And tell no one. I want to lay. Naked in your arms, and take. A no-flash photograph of us. In pitch black. In recent trends. The spectral has swollen out. To overtake the spectacle. And I want to go out of style. With you. I want to write a cento. With you, and light it on fire with sparklers. On the fifth of July. Ritua...
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July | 2015 | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Monthly Archives: July 2015. Queen – Poem. July 31, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. Barren baron – poem. July 30, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. Follow lightladder on WordPress.com. Follow me on Twitter. Dogwood: A Journal of Poetry and Prose. Bay Area Generations (a reading series for the ages). We tried our best. 1012 Third Street Unit C Santa Monica, CA 90403-2506. Matrix Magazine Online Supplement. Wingwoman – Poem. Bay Are...
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Queen – Poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Queen – Poem. July 31, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. I love her brand of. Lady, the slanted. The sassy kiss of. Take me as I am. Bitch Tits of foam and. Let’s peel back gender. I’d reclaim beauty,. Gets to tell you. Try her. Try me. I, too would riot. To bleed, a pardon. How to be cisgender. I get to forget. The role I play. If I weren’t born. A woman, I’d. Barren baron – poem. The Map – poem →. Enter your comment here.
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. The flavor of coffee – poem. June 27, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. My friend says she can’t drink coffee because she’s an empath. The reasons clarify after Time Magazine declared it true. And I suppose it’s a see- saw to my 8-10 cups a day. One day I may run out, the earth may run out, global warming will be warned along the … Continue reading →. Powerlines – Poem. June 20, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. June 15, 2015. Times...
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The Map – poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. The Map – poem. August 4, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. Survey it. I’ve got one plush chair. Stacked with books and bills, costume pearls dangle over dice and magazines. Sit on the carpet, the bed if it’s a problem. Outside the slanted bay windows thousands of reflections burn light from dawns that pop without fog. This city is not the map, I am the map. My roads must cry bulldoze! What is a city without youth? Be my gu...
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December | 2014 | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Monthly Archives: December 2014. Geneology – Poem. December 19, 2014. By Xan L. Roberti. He wanted to know my genealogy: my marker of origin, a constellation of thumbtacks on the wall-size map of history. How long til we are all great white sharks? Before the glaciers cooled like hot-coco this bay was a valley, the valley was a river highway where Columbiam Mamoths uncaked the mud of … Continue reading →. Half hope...
