There is always a dawn News bulletin
rolling inexorably round the planet
that smooths across horrific truth
ripples across bombed cities
brings a thousand tiny awakenings that
rescue a thousand refugees
yet a thousand predatory opportunities
still come home
Todays #PoemsAbout theme is #Spectacle:
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06.06.2025 17:55
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photo of Marsha P. Johnson with a rainbow scrim and the words "The reason for the season" over it.
Happy Pride!
03.06.2025 15:55
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Our connection, clanging as you yanked
and, panicking,
flailed to break free,
still carries on under still waters.
Rusted,
but stronger for it.
We’d both break before that link comes apart.
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22.04.2025 15:33
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Transformations are long
And human beings fragile
Single lifetimes are not enough
To prepare for tomorrow morning
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18.04.2025 15:33
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Converge and diverge is the norm,
but two selves walk along
paths never intersecting.
The one doing well
And the other happy.
15.04.2025 15:33
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Die más. Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands by Felix.
tacobellquarterly.org/poem-in-the-...
14.11.2024 13:38
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new poem (posted last week on twitter & insta):
05.02.2025 02:36
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"My brothers and sisters, this is war. Republicans don’t want unions to exist. And they are coming for us. Right now. Rouse yourselves."
28.03.2025 20:33
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"...our bodies don't give a damn about sense." (p.98)
Menakem. (2017). My Grandmother's Hands
#booksky #resmaamenakem #racialtraumahealing #currentlyreading
14.12.2024 14:51
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December 7: Twilight Encounter
At 4:37 the sun dips down beyond Pikes Peak. For one earsplitting second before that the sun screams down, igniting the sky and blinding every creature.
#writeradvent #holidayprompts
07.12.2024 21:11
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I sat and hummed. I don’t think I like it. Or I’m doing it wrong. Not sure. I am sure I will be asked to hum from my belly again. I held my hands up and felt down, finger tips to feet, and knew I needed to cry.
Body Practice response, My Grandmother's Hands, pp. 32-35
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06.12.2024 20:48
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The feeling of a good chew toy, the scent of a deer on the wind, the feeling of soil beneath little beans sends every dog howling and jumping.
Okay, we don’t need a magic song for that.
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06.12.2024 17:16
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Maybe it would
Enrich the sensory experience of touch,
such that every living being on earth was in ecstasy over direct contact with material:
cloth, a cold sharp wind, lukewarm water from tap, and brushing teeth now fills humans with such joy and excitement that they weep and dance!
06.12.2024 17:15
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Maybe it would
Gently tuck in the world of animals for a nap
Give mama plants a well deserved break.
Open the North American human mind back up to nuance and
a desire for fresh air.
06.12.2024 17:15
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December 6: A Forgotten Melody
Maybe it would
Call the birds down on a single pointed individual
Politely ask mushrooms to consume the great waste-creators
Ask all buried rivers and streams to rise up beyond their their filled in boundaries, exceed banks, right the wrong of malled-over cities.
06.12.2024 17:15
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Late to the party, but this was the best prompt for it
06.12.2024 16:15
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December 5: The Silent Witness
Screaming through the air of our very short lives
Howling toward our purpose
The irony of our speed written across three bodies
Delay! Deny! Depose!
#writeradvent #holidayprompts
06.12.2024 16:15
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what is the point of being Harper’s Magazine if you still have to pretend that Kissick and Dasha have something interesting to say
03.12.2024 23:51
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Make Art Great Again? A Response to the Nostalgia and Backlash in Dean Kissick’s Clickbait Manifesto
Artist and critic Ajay Kurian dissects the writer’s argument that identity politics are the enemy of artistic innovation.
This morning, TCT published Ajay Kurian's response to the Kissick article in Harper's. Kurian takes on some of the deeper issues—notions of transgression and the enduring white-universal subject, art-world iterations of larger culture war themes, and more
www.culturedmag.com/article/2024...
04.12.2024 14:10
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I look around
slowly, realizing that I have the power
To direct my abilities toward those I love and
withhold from those who would only use and discard me.
Is it personal growth
to just become older and
become more who you always have been?
#writeradvent #holidayprompts
06.12.2024 05:43
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December 5: Personal Growth, a solstice greeting to B.
You are unfailingly kind
you tell me things I need to know
and you listen.
You think I’m doing okay.
That is all it really takes to bring clarity to the room
for an individual mind to break the surface
Fresh air, sunlight and wind
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December 4: Time Capsule
we're going through:
Heirlooms
Craft projects
Books, movies, clothes. Mother’s things.
I find
tucked away in a file box
beneath primary school projects
and a doily made by Great Grandma Hamill.
A sealed envelope with my handwriting.
#writeradvent #holidayprompts
05.12.2024 02:12
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December 3 Hidden Passage
in Andersonville I scraped all the paint from the coal box door
a clean cut all around
peel off years of landlord’s special
polish pewter-colored metal
Open up!
In the end, it was not a portal to Narnia
Maybe because I was looking for it
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04.12.2024 03:03
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Then suddenly - with the roads covered over
drivers find out, line sides of the road. The ditch
near 711 holds three dull Priuses.
I opened a window and you were in the steam,
18 and smoking Virginia Slims
You casually licked your bottom lip,
changing my life.
#writeradvent #holidaypromps 2/2
02.12.2024 23:09
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December 2: First Snowfall
The snow fell for the first time this year and I remembered
A summer threatening to never slow it’s pace,
the scorched garden still kale, bean and Columbine. 1/2
02.12.2024 23:08
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December 1: The Unexpected Gift
I once received an unexpected gift
A surprise of clarity that did not
Degrade into superiority
But when I offered it to my friend
She thought I was joking
Mocking,
“What would I do with that?”
Whatever you want, Kate.
Whatever you want
#writeradvent #holidaypromps
01.12.2024 21:17
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