silence
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music carries me
up over back country road short cuts
Neil Young and Crazy Horse
blasting hard fast distorted buzz
clicked off in my parking lot spot
a day...
From Browsing Poetry to Browsing Art Books
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Last summer, an editor at Yale University Press asked me to serve as an
anonymous reviewer for a manuscript, and they would compensate me for my
service ...
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...
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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...
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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 ...
Love this. Short, to the point, and perfectly concise. Absolute proof that sometimes poems only need a few lines to break your heart.
ReplyDeleteShort and sharp...Great one!
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