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Poems by rachel kellum. Archive for the ‘2012’ Category. Laquo; Older Entries. Surfing the News Four Days after Seeing the Dark Knight at Midnight with my Thirteen-Year-Old Son in Fort Morgan, Colorado. Sunday, July 12th, 2015. For our mothers and fathers. One young man on every screen in debut daze of ridiculous hair. And smoky dreams of frantic arms in solitary confinement. Couldn’t find his world face. Perhaps exhaustion stuffed it. Under his hard pillow, or pills ate it, or sleepless monkeys. Raise b...
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Monthly Archives: August 2014. Writing in Your Underwear, DAY 2. August 21, 2014. Writing in your underwear: Day 2 Sat. 6:49 am. Outside in the chill of morning. Writing in (your) my underwear. I don’t know if it’s the feel of the chill or my obstinate determination to carry through with this lunacy. … Continue reading →. Writing in Your Underwear. August 19, 2014. August 18, 2014. August 18, 2014. What the Cricket Knows. Eat Paper Drink Ink; Thrive. Who Hears Crickets in the Garden?
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Poems by rachel kellum. Posts Tagged ‘aurora shooting’. Surfing the News Four Days after Seeing the Dark Knight at Midnight with my Thirteen-Year-Old Son in Fort Morgan, Colorado. Sunday, July 12th, 2015. For our mothers and fathers. One young man on every screen in debut daze of ridiculous hair. And smoky dreams of frantic arms in solitary confinement. Couldn’t find his world face. Perhaps exhaustion stuffed it. Under his hard pillow, or pills ate it, or sleepless monkeys. Holmes' mother and father.
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Poems by rachel kellum. Posts Tagged ‘James Holmes’. Surfing the News Four Days after Seeing the Dark Knight at Midnight with my Thirteen-Year-Old Son in Fort Morgan, Colorado. Sunday, July 12th, 2015. For our mothers and fathers. One young man on every screen in debut daze of ridiculous hair. And smoky dreams of frantic arms in solitary confinement. Couldn’t find his world face. Perhaps exhaustion stuffed it. Under his hard pillow, or pills ate it, or sleepless monkeys. Holmes' mother and father.
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Poems by rachel kellum. Archive for the ‘2015’ Category. Laquo; Older Entries. Monday, March 14th, 2016. No longer a stop. On her father’s route,. Her home or past him. Monday, January 25th, 2016. There are blue daughters. My daughter cannot save. Hanging from hand knit scarf. And pink bunk bed,. Found by little sister. After Pokemon and macaroni;. Or carried in on Saturday. By a running father. His daughter’s flu turns. Limping sepsis. Pulseless. Fast, I see her humming. Over small bodies,. On the drive...
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Inside Job | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; What Might They Grow. When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 13, 2015 by Rosemerry. Sometimes I notice her,. That woman who shakes her head. No, no, no and stomps her foot. For emphasis, I notice her. Practically clawing her way. Up my throat, her eyes wild. With conviction, where does. She hide as I smile. A smile so real I believe it myself. As my head begins to nod. Click to email (Opens in new window). On May 14, 2015 at 6:37 pm.
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vulnerability | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘vulnerability’. Just Playing Around, this time with the link. On January 31, 2016 3 Comments. I love the way the cello underlines all the fragility–proof somehow that through resonance we can support each other in our most vulnerable places. Good luck, Kyra, getting that residency! Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window).
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When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; Inside Job. How Could I Have Just Now Noticed? When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 14, 2015 by Rosemerry. Here, I say, I am here for you,. And then I run the other way. My legs are two trees. They never. Leave Everywhere I go, I am rooted. My legs are two rivers. They escape. In every moment. I am always. Where I’ve never been. There is only. Yes, and still I say no. The truth is. I do not want to be known. The truth. Ditto, what anon...