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A Soft Revolution

·Oct 26, 2020

Altar Prayer

Altar Prayer I used to dream of being wanted, Being powerful, Being sexy, Being the kind of thing they couldn’t take their eyes off of. If that sounds strange then you’ve never heard a child pray for love or maybe never in a language with no word for “love.” Now…

Poem

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Poem

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Oct 25, 2020

Love letter to the broken girl with the wounded warrior’s heart.

Love letter to my best friend, In this world I dream of, our mother and my best friend’s mother stand side by side in a warm laundry room trading stories, bathed in soft clothes and their soft words in a softer life, a gentler world, one where they would not…

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Poem

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Oct 25, 2020

Love letter to Philly

Philly. You didn’t pull any punches. Rocky’s city, The Roots’ city. The birthplace of graffiti. Bird Gang. “Jeet yet,” cheesesteaks, water ice. Jawn. Outta pocket. South Philly soccer in Spanish and West Philly cherry blossoms in summer. Cristina Martinez’s barbacoa. The hipsters took Fishtown but further north, the carne asadas in the park…

Philadelphia

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Love letter to Philly
Love letter to Philly
Philadelphia

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Oct 24, 2020

9/26/19

I meet a man and write 6 poems about rape. They are good poems and his were good kisses. Still, it’s a strange way to tell someone you like them, so I don’t. Trauma makes a strange math of you, the only thing I know that takes and leaves you…

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Poem

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Oct 24, 2020

10/6/19

There’s always going to be a reason, won’t there? A good, bloody, wound of a reason: The year your boss grabbed you when you were alone The years you had just escaped from home The boyfriend, the family, the different words for “life” That leaden weight that pins you to bed for months. They’re all good reasons, yes good eulogies. Good truths to patch together all those bad, bad years, and much neater than saying:

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Poem

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Oct 24, 2020

Love letter that is a prayer.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you want to be well. You want to be happy. You want to be loved. You want to feel whole. You want to be seen. I don’t know who’s out there feeling lost, feeling cruel, feeling bewildered at life or people…

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Poem

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Oct 24, 2020

A thought.

I used to write all my poems about my ex boyfriend; since I’ve been safe his name just blew away from my life like dead leaves. though I am still digging up rot from beneath where he lived Some pain is funny like that, It can hurt like the wound til it falls away like the bandaid. -11/17/19

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Poem

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Oct 24, 2020

Spoken word: love letter to me then and me now.

Last night I dreamed about the man who once haunted my nightmares. He drove me out of every home that once bore my name including my name my house job phone number best friend city life. 4 years have passed. 3 since I last saw him. 2 since I last…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Oct 24, 2020

Love letter to the bloodline I have left behind and carry in me.

At the heart of all my research is a love letter to my mother All my digging a tornado and in its eye a quiet plea: for grace for forgiveness for salvation like a rescue light that passed over my mother’s blood line, us, screaming with drowning lungs a language…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Oct 24, 2020

Love letter to the men I love in restaurants

The last few years I’ve been working on a piece I hope to pursue publishing for, on how to move forward in restaurants in the wake of #MeToo. It’s been alternately cathartic, painful, triggering, hopeful, and exhausting to write. There’s a lot of me in there, a lot of my…

Metoo

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Metoo

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