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a poem every day (or something close to that): "See Something? Say Something."
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A poem every day (or something close to that). Saturday, August 11, 2012. I see senior after senior pulled aside. Each apologizes for not removing. From bags packed with care and wrinkled fingers. Items certain to be incendiary:. A bottle of water she'd meant to drink while waiting in line. I think of my own grandparents. And let loose a shudder. Noticeable to those who stand directly behind. They look me over with the disdain. That's become the comfort of the modern traveler. At the sound of chinese.
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a poem every day (or something close to that): Drunk at a bus stop last night.
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A poem every day (or something close to that). Sunday, April 22, 2012. Drunk at a bus stop last night. Midnight Strikes me at the corner of icons. I just wish the bus would come. Brandish my headphones against the night. And its mouthful of wanderers. Seattle's needle fingering my eyes. I imagine the saucer as a wildly disproportionate hamburger,. Its bottom bun is jellyfish lettuce. All held up with a matrix of toothpicks. And in the center. Stabilizes my appetite for combining disparate genres.
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Trigger Up: What Surviving Looks Like | rehearsalsdepartures
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Trigger Up: What Surviving Looks Like. Trigger warning: aftermath of sexual assault. When was the first time in it happened? What surviving looks like. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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a poem every day (or something close to that): What comes to light (4/18)
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A poem every day (or something close to that). Thursday, April 19, 2012. What comes to light (4/18). The way glass looks. When strange light shines through it? I've always noticed odd refractions of light,. The way the shadow of a fountain dances and seethes. Like my eyes are giggling. Or experiencing some sort of hiccough. Light is a funny thing. Don't you wonder what its agenda is? Why it follows the ethics of science. When deciding what to reveal. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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a poem every day (or something close to that): Ladybug
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A poem every day (or something close to that). Sunday, April 22, 2012. Having spent too long alone in a park,. I extracted a ladybug from my cleavage. It was shuddering spotted and devine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For some blogalicious prose and general writing related musings:. In the deepest pocket of the Pacific Northwest, Washington, United States. View my complete profile. Ill vacuum tomorrow (4/25). Written 4/24, in response to a poem read in class . Sexy Spring Poem (drunk edition) 4/23.
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a poem every day (or something close to that): Spring
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A poem every day (or something close to that). Friday, April 13, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For some blogalicious prose and general writing related musings:. In the deepest pocket of the Pacific Northwest, Washington, United States. I am (among many other things) a poet. I am mostly comprised of water. Salt too. Lipids and the like. I write poems. Most are thankful. Looking to love you by any means necessary. The words have such tired and hungry eyes. View my complete profile.
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Transgender Day of Rage 2014 | rehearsalsdepartures
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Transgender Day of Rage 2014. Today I rage for Leslie Feinberg, who died this week of multiple chronic illnesses, who (in the words of one friend) had been writing for 20 years about not being able to access healthcare as a transgender person–and that lack of access finally killed hir. Today I rage on behalf of those who in their disability live lives of interdependence, whose identities may be kept close for fear of retribution by their caregivers. I see you, I am waiting for you in the reaches of t...
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trigger up: my hands those blades of the tiller that make planting possible | rehearsalsdepartures
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Trigger up: my hands those blades of the tiller that make planting possible. Trigger warning for BDSM, sex. take care of yourself! I like best this thing: breaking open bodies to connection after long dry spells, letting them back to the sexual self, hand in hand from the far-off dissociation of despair and isolation. I feel like I need someone to do this for me now, and there is no-one I can trust enough with this most precious thing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Post was not sen...
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