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Millay’s Hair ~Ann Townsend New York Public Library, Edna St. Vincent Millay archives Because Norma saved even the grocery lists,      ...

Full disclosure: life on the road got long and complicated and exhausting. And it turns out BLOGGER does not offer a free phone app. So my g...

Afternoon on a Hill ~Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing     Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers     And no...

A Little Bit  ~Eileen Myles It’s a little bit true that the hole in my jacket pocket the breast pocket yeah all relaxed has a hole ...

My Love Is Black  ~DéLana R. A. Dameron You might say fear is a predictable emotion & I might agree. Whenever my husband leaves f...

Gitanjali 35 ~Rabindranath Tagore Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;      Where knowledge is free;      Where th...

Take a look at this face. Her name is Evie; well, she goes by Evie. See that feisty look? See that strength? She that twinkle in the eye...

We are not supposed to apologize so much. By we, I mean women. But, now I have to... I meant to finish Grace and write at least three mo...

Defiant ~Patricia Spears Jones Fruit from one vine tangles with another Making a mess of the intended harvest, yet the lack of calculat...

Poetry  ~Claude McKay Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee, Bowing my head in d...

In the early years of my schooling at a Catholic elementary school, I learned about Grace. It was one of the most interesting and difficul...

Grace ~Sarah Gambito You will transcend your ancestor’s suffering You will pick a blue ball. You will throw it to yourself. You w...

I have a friend at work, I'll call him Jamey, not short for James, just Jamey. He is an original. He seems to the outside observer t...

Gulls ~Leonora Speyer Fearless riders of the gale, In your bleak eyes is the memory Of sinking ships: Desire, unsatisfied, Droops fro...

Secrets ~Lola Ridge Secrets infesting my half-sleep… did you enter my wound from another wound brushing mine in a crowd… or did I sna...

Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open ~Barbara Jane Reyes                      See how she lists. The body is bent as light, as...

Leaving  ~Allison Adelle Hedge Coke No matter how he wrested himself silent in night, six days post-stroke he woke fluent in former lang...

Since September 19, 2012, everything in my life is either pre-9/19 or post-9/19. The myriad of other cascading tragedies all fall underneath...

If I were to judge the amount of effort I should put into my work based on the amount of effort (and attention) my colleagues put into their...

A Tempest in a Teacup  ~A. Van Jordan Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the flu...