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you are my :: war with loneliness : 30-day trial : rubber duckie in alligator-infested waters : undeserving love : made in china : love 1994 : per-my-last-email : cat’s paw : beast of burden : little nap : long bath : second favorite : pure love idiot : brainwashed little prince : daily forbidden fruit

Michael Chang

[taylornapolsky]

I shy from the chore of dying, knowing God

will sort us into separate heavens. I don’t

want to be divided. And yes, I understand

it is too much to ask, that heaven be free

of that old impulse to cordon off empires,

mark down who goes where.

Natalie Shapero

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not gibberish, I mean, but language so sacred

it’s not my place to try to decipher it,

phonemes holy as stones on a string, mysterious

as the names we give to animals, or words

we know only in prayer

Franny Choi

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Throughout our life we produce energy. We say things and do things, and every thought, every word, and every act carries our signature. What we produce as thoughts, as speech, as action, continues to influence the world, and that is our continuation body. Our actions carry us into the future. We are like stars whose light energy continues to radiate across the cosmos millions of years after they become extinct.

Thich Nhat Hanh — The Art of Living

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I’m a pile of judgment days

crossing the border. I tried to organize the hours

waiting in line on the bridge but days travel

over days and erase them.

Gabriel Dozal

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Customs portaled in and shot my friend

and said: “They were never really your friend.

Follow me into this portal

if you want to glove,

I mean love,

I mean live.”

Gabriel Dozal

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The flag of the border is its fence!

It’s the longest flag you’ve ever seen,

rippling across the border.

Where do all your fences live?

All my fences live in Texas.

Gabriel Dozal

[taylornapolsky]

I have work on a site called #Ranger. It's longer than what I usually do, but you can just read one if you like. Thank you for checking it out!

[taylornapolsky]

In the bruising fist of challenge

the future does not tarry.

Take our words to bed with you

dream upon them

choose any ones you wish

write us a poem.

Audre Lorde

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Check out this thing I have on this cool site called SWAMP. Thx for reading!

[taylornapolsky]

Some women wait for themselves

around the next corner

and call the empty spot peace

but the opposite of living

is only not living

and the stars do not care.

Some women wait for something

to change and nothing

does change

so they change

themselves.

Audre Lorde

[taylornapolsky]

The first time I touched my sister alive

I was sure the earth took note

but we were not new

false skin peeled off like gloves of fire

yoked flame I was

stripped to the tips of my fingers

her song written into my palms my nostrils my belly

welcome home

in a language I was pleased to relearn.

Audre Lorde

[taylornapolsky]

And how many other deaths

do we live through daily

pretending

we are alive?

Audre Lorde

[taylornapolsky]

Parting

Belligerent and beautiful as a trapped ibis

your lean hands are a sacrifice

spoken three times

before dawn

there is blood in the morning egg

that makes me turn and weep

I see you

weaving pain into garlands

the shape of a noose

while I grow weary

of licking my heart

for moisture

cactus tongued.

Audre Lorde

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Sun

make me whole again

to love

the shattered truths of me

spilling out like dragon’s teeth

through the hot lies

of those who say they love

me

Audre Lorde

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In this picture, both

types of lines compete

for your attention, so that the eyes’

only resting spot

is a central area where color

has enough room to settle.

That old positing of linear

thought patterns versus the dispersal

of feelings and their counter-

tendency to ground.

Mónica de la Torre

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Father the year has fallen.

Leaves bedeck my careful flesh like stone.

One shard of brilliant summer pierced me

and remains.

By this only

unregenerate bone

I am not dead, but waiting.

When the last warmth is gone

I shall bear in the snow.

Audre Lorde — “Father the Year Has Fallen”