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Pietà ~Rainer Maria Rilke Fills now my cup, and past thought is my fulness thereof. I harden as a stone sets hard at its heart. Hard t...

The Broken Man’s Permission ~Aaron Coleman A crocodile slips its earth-toned body back into the river, in silence, violence down and fo...

Bridge Called Water ~Diana Marie Delgado I wrote hard on paper at the bottom of a pool near a canyon where the stars slid onto t...

:: Searching for My Own Body ::  ~Yesenia Montilla Which is to say that like a good theoretical objectified body, my identity was created...

Ugh, somebody opened this piece from many years ago last week, and I read the title and fell into the same trap.  Or, maybe the universe bro...

My thoughts move to Dr. King all year, and especially this past year. I have wondered so many times how he might have taught in the time of ...

I acknowledged the hunger. I wanted to say this morning, but it might have been yesterday. It had to have been yesterday because I am five ...

Things Haunt ~Joshua Jennifer Espinoza California is a desert and I am a woman inside it. The road ahead bends sideways and I lurch with...

In the Next Yard ~Helen Hoyt O yes, you are very cunning, I can see that: Out there in the snow with your red cart And your wooly g...

Shards ~Aline Murray Kilmer I can never remake the thing I have destroyed;    I brushed the golden dust from the moth’s bright wing,...

While looking at photo albums  ~Kay Ulanday Barrett Before everyone died – in my family – first definition I learned was – my mother’s ma...

Song  ~T. S. Eliot If space and time, as sages say,     Are things which cannot be, The fly that lives a single day     Has lived a...

Amid the Roses ~Alice Dunbar-Nelson There is tropical warmth and languorous life     Where the roses lie     In a tempting drift...

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...