Poetics: New Year Snow
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It’s Tuesday, and the dVerse Poets Pub is open with hot soup, freshly baked
bread and a range of beverages …
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Findings from Black Novelists 500 (January 2026)
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Based on findings from Black Novelists 500…
* Birth years and generational cohorts *
• *The birth years span nearly two centuries*, from the early 1810...
Ratio Sky
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quick calculation
ratio of concrete and sky
1 measure of sky
4 of concrete
the tired monk tonight
clad in hospital robes
surveys the limited sky
maybe one s...
Farewell to 2025
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2025 cost us so much. I almost gave up on writing this blog post—what has
become my annual check-in to keep Chicks Dig Poetry from going dormant—but
then...
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...
Major Announcements About DAARAC
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Lana K. W. Austin
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Lana K. W. Austin’s poems, short stories, and reviews have recently been
featured in *Mid-AmericanReview, Sou’wester, Columbia Journal, Zone 3,
Appalachia...
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..
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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 ...
Thanks sis...yeah this is one on my pieces from last year...I'm going to start posting new work here in the coming months...again thanks for stopping by...will definitely be keeping up with your blog...ONE::
One of my undisputed favorites from you. Wish I knew my way around this blog thingy better so I could find out how to fave it or save it or commit it to memory lol.
This is amazing. Is this your work?
ReplyDeleteThanks sis...yeah this is one on my pieces from last year...I'm going to start posting new work here in the coming months...again thanks for stopping by...will definitely be keeping up with your blog...ONE::
ReplyDeletecreative post,
ReplyDeletewow,
I am impressed.
;)
Wonderful to think about the time when being happy took no effort. Oh that it would always be so!
ReplyDeletei must admit that your hand-writing is better than mine. very nice poem indeed. " a time when just being happy took no effort." i like that line.
ReplyDeletevery nice indeed.
This would work well on the poet trading card idea:) Interesting!
ReplyDeleteI had trouble reading some of the words, but it was definitely an incredible poem! Clever indeed!
ReplyDeleteI remember this and I remember this well.
ReplyDeleteOne of my undisputed favorites from you.
Wish I knew my way around this blog thingy better so I could find out how to fave it or save it or commit it to memory lol.