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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Saying Goodbye

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 I started this post a million years ago. Ok, not a million years, but a long time ago, probably May. And I kept looking at it sitting there...

Poetry Thursday, Hispanic Heritage Month

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the independence (of puerto rico)  ~Raquel Salas Rivera English translation from Spanish we are fiercer than melted snow; we are bigger...
Sunday, September 20, 2020

Not poetry Thursday, Hispanic Heritage Month, on pain and keeping it real

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A Pain That Is Not Private ~Lara Mimosa Montes There is a time and place in the world for abstraction. When my mother left Puerto Rico fo...
Saturday, September 19, 2020

Not Poetry Thursday, for Greg

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Hummingbird  ~Robin Becker I love the whir of the creature come to visit the pink flowers in the hanging basket as she does most Augu...
Friday, September 18, 2020

Not poetry Thursday, Hispanic Heritage Month on persistence

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Instructions on Not Giving Up ~Ada Limón More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s alm...
Thursday, September 17, 2020

Grief and Healing during Hispanic Heritage Month, Poetry Thursday

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Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World  ~Martín Espada                     For the community of Newtown, Connecticut,                  ...
Friday, September 11, 2020

Not Poetry Thursday, surviving among the flames

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 In the Middle of the Burning ~Canisia Lubrin notice now pictures of awful things on top our head the freight that barricades this view, how...
Thursday, September 10, 2020

Poetry Thursday pre-Hispanic Heritage Month #HHM

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December Morning in the Desert  ~Alberto Ríos The morning is clouded and the birds are hunched, More cold than hungry, more numb than lo...
Wednesday, September 09, 2020

Not Poetry Thursday - extra poetry love for September be nicer to us...

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 Again it is September ~Jessie Redmon Fauset    Again it is September!  It seems so strange that I who made no vows Should sit here desolate...
Thursday, September 03, 2020

Poetry Thursday, on perspective and supposed clarity it brings

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From “Perspective is Supposed to Yield Clarity” ~Dawn Lundy Martin She said, I wish I prayed, I would pray for you. And, we all wanted a sha...
Thursday, August 27, 2020

Poetry Thursday, free

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 fleeing ~Kara Jackson everything i do comes down to the fact that i’ve been here before. in some arrangement of my atoms i was allowed to b...
Thursday, August 20, 2020

Poetry Thursday, owning our past and meaning your words

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 You Still Dream ~Nikki Grimes Here, poem meets prayer. We are exceedingly comfortable with posturing and self-defense that masquerade as ap...
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Thursday, August 13, 2020

Poetry Thursday, respite from our world

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I Saw You ~ Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. I saw you as I passed last night,     Framed in a sky of gold; And through the sun’s fast paling light  ...
Thursday, August 06, 2020

Poetry Thursday, in honor of some of my AUG bday faves, HOPE

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Hope. ~Alice Dunbar-Nelson Wild seas of tossing, writhing waves, A wreck half-sinking in the tortuous gloom; One man clings desperately, whi...
Friday, July 31, 2020

This, too, is grief

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When you lose someone you love, you expect grief.  Ok, maybe you don't have a full grasp of how grief will be like a tidal wave until it...
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Thursday, July 30, 2020

Poetry Thursday, bucking up

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Go Give the World ~ Otto Leland Bohanan I do not crave to have thee mine alone, dear    Keeping thy charms within my jealous sight; Go, give...
Thursday, July 23, 2020

Poetry Thursday, for our times...

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Untethered ~ Allison Joseph what anger in defiance what sympathy in doubt emotions steady try us demanding every shout what sympathy in doub...
Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Sometimes Daily Poetry hits home... one more for you

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When Puffy says, and we won’t stop, ‘cause we can’t stop. ~Rasheed Copeland I think of a good night’s sleep an exhale taking its precious ti...
Friday, July 17, 2020

Not Poetry Thursday but we need some, so here you go

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The Optimist ~J. W. Hammond Who would have the sky any color but blue,      Or the grass any color but green? Or the flowers that bloom the ...
Thursday, July 16, 2020

Poetry Thursday

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Peacock Feather ~Effie Lee Newsome   Heav’n’s deepest blue, Earth’s richest green, Minted dust of stars, Molten sunset sheen, Are blent toge...
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