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When the world is flowers
I watched a bee die and did what I could. I listen to poets and give what I can. In this case it's two very short poems about possums.
Poet. Virgo. Chingona. Everybody eats.
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I watched a bee die and did what I could. I listen to poets and give what I can. In this case it's two very short poems about possums.
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Recommendations for living. Also twelve questions, one bird, and two poems.
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I begin a new decade overcome with love. Everything keeps on happening. One thousand hugs and gorgeous evenings. Also some new work in the world.
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A benediction asking Everything, the only god I know, to take care of a friend I never held, and of me, and everyone else. Also a poem that haunts me, gently.
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It has come to my attention I love looking at birds, so now it's everyone's problem. Also a poem that sees something in everything, from the last winter I lived in Chicago.
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Let's say there is a place and you feel at home. Let's say you have a thing or two to learn before you get there. Let's say I wrote a poem. What then?
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In four weeks every day will be wildly different. Come on, let me read you a poem.
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Six weeks left in Chicago. Three times I got on the bus. The bus is a metaphor, except when it isn't. Plus a perfect poem by Charif Shanahan.
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Happy Aries season! Here's some long, insane sentences on spring, all the bullshit, unspeakable fury and the struggle to be whole, not just good. Also I won a poetry contest, which was nice.
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An incomplete catalog(ue) of what, exactly, the hell I think I've been doing. Plus I read you a poem about a living thing changing.
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Treat yourself to a pomegranate and two poems—one by me, one by Pablo Neruda. You can tell which is which.
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Here. Have some poems and some prompts. For the practice. Who knows what will happen next.