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haiku 60
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poems are out there
waiting
to be collected
in my case written
and numbered
in little blue books
59 haiku poems so far
the tired monk wanders
to the fores...
Home Again, Home Again
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Got back from Pennsylvania a week ago, where I visited with the WCSU MFA
program to read from *Made to Explode*, which won last year's Housatonic
Book A...
Dating For Dummies – How To Gain Power Over Men
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Far From BasYc by G.L. Lambert
"G.L. I still don't get it. You need to break down dating like I'm DUMB
because I've read Solving Single [...]
Thanks for...
Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
poetry, including *The Actual World*, *Quality of Life*, and *Give Over the
Hec...
Major Announcements About DAARAC
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This is the Country We Live In
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On Valentine’s Day, more than a dozen children attending a perfectly normal
day at a perfectly normal high school in a perfectly normal town in Florida
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hold me to this
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becoming softer after every compromise
brittled and self-destructive, we were charring
into sharper malicious states of being
compressing ourselves into mo...
Life happens...
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My baby boy is 12...
My baby girl almost 1...
Life happened so i did not post anything in forever.
Well Same moonlight for our Dreams is coming back.
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THE JEM MOVIE'S SHANA AND COLORISM
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from a decidedly brown-skinned black girl with a big bouncy purple fro to a
beige biracial "safely black" girl with straight hair
This strikes close to hom...
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Hey there, fighter
it will get brighter.
Take a breath, a little deeper
and bring your faith a little higher.
Remember, you are a leader
not a follower..
M...
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Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
You say ...
Chamomile is a lovely word!
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