Tag: poetry
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Prayers to the Saints of Prison (excerpt) (duplicate)
The vowels are in solitary confinement The consonants are being beaten by sadistic dictionaries . . .
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Prayers to the Saints of Prison (excerpt)
The vowels are in solitary confinement The consonants are being beaten by sadistic dictionaries . . .
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Original World
OUR ANIMALSdance with usdance to the invaders musicpara burlarse de sus notas y ritmos[to make fun of their notes and rhythms]We hear their musicand our hearts and mouths destroy their harmonieswith the windwith the waterwith the soil and her dusty laughterYou may never understandour pitcheshow we squeal the songsstrike our bones to start the fireshow…
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Ransom Notes | Day 1 April Poetry Month Chapbook
Identity Who among us is a beastthat never dies?Who among us is a loverthat never cries?Who among us is a dreamerthat always lies?I am your woundI am your eyesI am your bed (I am your shadowthat runs acrossthe groundand no obstacle, no rockno chasm, no mountainscan keep me from being at your feet) {1 April…
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Aideed Medina: Composing words for California mountains & hills
Dry grasses make for great kindling, and the softest movement in the wind. Driving through Pacheco Pass, I see the ghosts of all of us, traveling. First south, then north, then home. The eyes, see the goodness of the land. The heart, feels it belongs, to boulders, riverbeds and valleys. We move. The land moves. The…
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Sundanceness | Sustenderness
Sustenance Sundanceness Sundresses Tu y yo You & i, Ты и я, Sustain-ability Sunfronteras, Nuestr@ vidazulity Sustenderness… | arnoldogarcía photograph & poem |
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Sustenance sundanceness.
Sustenance sundanceness. arnoldogarcía poema|foto.
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Writing the veins | Where our stories come from
My ink is the web of life, a sunburned heart, thirty kilometers of veins, holding up the calcinated skeleton of migrants. I scribble from the tips of my fingers to the octopus buds that nestle under my tongue the stories and struggles, singing from the bed of each night. I do not leave a…
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what I lost | arnoldo garcía
I cannot take back what I lost what I lost now belongs to another If I take back what I lost I will have to take it away from another I I cannot take back what I lost what I lost is only found in my memory a body that needs another to be found…
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arnoldo garcía: forgetfulness blues
I wasn’t born here I wasn’t born here And no way do I wanna die here I don’t forget tomorrow I don’t forget yesterday I don’t forget time and the boss’s scoldings I don’t forget your shadow I can’t forget your scars I can’t forget the weariness of being without you I remember I remember…
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