spinning
zaji She spin dark brown clay, forming body and mind into soul She spin her child…
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memories in a can
she was dying not from disease it was much more invasive than that there is…
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she waited for herself at twilight under the baobab tree black skirt raised above knees…
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there is a forgotten life inside this aging skin fragmented memories of an ancient epoch…
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i will write for you i will live and die for you i will tell…
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i am unfurled unwrapped by life’s hardships, joys and mysteries. without understanding why, i have…
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i’ve decided that i don’t want to write, not with my hands anyway. i want…
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i am the stream… of consciousness. it is 2:38pm, monday, the In The Beginning day…
Read Moresave words
i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you…
Read Moresatchel of poems
I had a satchel filled with poems that I tossed into the sea. I wrote…
Read Morethe words spill
The words spill from my pen, blood red, no longer wanting to be ink, but…
Read Morethe thinning web
The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that…
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Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts. Authentic sex is not for the weak. Fainting hearts…
Read Morethe clouds in prayer
The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods. They spread across…
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we are here to see the impossible sometimes through the night other times through the…
Read Moretime leaves
one day, when time leaves snow will be warm and the sun green. the ancestors…
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