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“Inspired” by Guest Blogger Ndaba Sibanda
I am inspired by Uruguay`s servant leader whose humility would make some church folk and national presidents look like the worst felonious worshipers of wealth and clout in the entire world. I am...
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missing
you’re a twelve dollar soldier’s bride. saying you’re beyond price reflects you as commodity. saying you’re my sister removes you. saying you’re missed redeems me. we understand each other through wide...
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Grandma’s Lessons
What comes after a tomorrow? A lot of pain, self reflection, life changes, isolation, and forgetfulness. What comes after a disaster? A lot of pain, self reflection, life changes, isolation, and...
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Trash Bags by Guest Blogger Senia Hardwick
This is the shower. It is in your bathroom. There are pale blue tiles on white walls. You were going to do a collage of sea creatures below water. You were going to have the landlord remove the black...
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Speaking Tongues by Guest Blogger Nate Maxson
I would like to wear a white suit, that heavenly bellboy uniform of sweating snakehandlers On special occasions For when I perform that rarest of theological maneuvers: the reverse exorcism When I...
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Waltzing
I always lead when the devil dances with me. He presses my pretty toenails into a million pieces. He mouths I’m sorry or morning glory. I bow my head as if to smell my sweet corsage… Secretly praying...
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On Being Different
What’s it like being the splash of purple in a thicket of green? Tickled by lady bugs… Leaning when the wind blows… Feeling loneliness’ pinch?
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A Time Remembered
A dandelion wish floats away. Will it ever become truth? Or just be cotton’s better cousin? Pushing me to be angry For the copper red spilt over the whiteness.
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dark moods
another little bird flies away… another bomb falls away… another town burns away… i cling to my tiny truths until my arms are red and scarring. how much more can we lift? how much more can we lift?
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Plums Deify
He is a fraud. She loves liars. He fills her head with fast fiction every night. She rolls among his mendacity lapping his words like brown sugar and snorting sweet breath. They are a merry duo. He a...
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He Laughs
He laughs until her ears ring. He calls her words like pensive and pedantic but never pretty. He reserves that word for little girls waving bye in purple tutus and pink tiaras. He reserves that word...
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the river
in the valley’s green god draws a crooked wet line. drink from it and live. http://rajasinsight.com/2015/01/20/inspiration-call-creative-talents-unleashed-244/
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a memory of a tree
the sun tangles with the oak, and sunlight spatters on my furrowed forehead as I lay on the forest floor staring up.
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For Mr. A
I transmit all to you. I barely catch your attention as the sunset tangerine howls. The darkened world scares and amazes, so I look to your winter words for lily luminescence. I find white walls in the...
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Five Lies My Fortune Teller Told Me 2015
I will not win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Instead, I will become a migrant, marijuana worker in Durango, Colorado. I will not win big in the lottery. Instead, I will teach sign language to...
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when i rise
when i rise tomorrow morning, i want to hover over the pearly gate and see my momma painting in the west garden of her mansion in the sky. i want to be so close i can see each heavenly stroke and hear...
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For Troy
with your orange head and auburn beard, you and your fiery soul are seattle’s sun. across our continent, you work, recover, and take daily selfies. i watch from afar, and still miss your face. may our...
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Morty Moves In
Homeless in San Francisco, he saves to stay in a tenement motel on Polk and California for a week. Shared bathrooms with unflushed toilets Against fire code hot plate Threadbare, brown carpets with...
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china bull
she’s a weak porcelain doll. with every move, she chips. brittle and unyielding, she would cry but was not built for tears. instead, she purses rosebud lips and plots her reincarnation as a sacred cow,...
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