Beautiful SPRING day The room dark and somber. I sleep peacefully.
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Beautiful SPRING day The room dark and somber. I sleep peacefully.
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Those who said broken glass cannot be rejoined Were weaklings Yes weaklings The strong are the ones who not only rejoined Disjointed glass But also disjointed lives I am the epitome of the women who can not only bear breaking, tearing and shattering But also resist I am not going to stick My beautiful life…
Walk, Road ahead, The leering hyenas waiting To taste a piece of meat, They are thirsty, Rolling tongues, I can see. A nasty stare At my body, I feel so dirty. Taking a step, I walk back, Are they coming for me? Fear Strikes my heart, Run, run, All I hear. I try my best…
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It was suggested to me that, as a sort of continuation of Mark Strand’s posting about beautiful women in Hollywood, I could write something about attractive men. It’s an interesting opportunity. For one thing, I think of myself as a male lesbian — with that identity’s idiosyncratic response to men. I’m not turned on by…
Sometimes, when I’m reading a new collection of poetry, I think: For this poem alone, everyone should own this book. But this week, while reading January Gil O’Neil’s collection, Glitter Road, Kathleen McGookey’s Cloud Reports, and Philip Metres’ Fugitive/Refuge, I couldn’t find a favorite. Instead, I found many favorites. What I loved about all of…
fathers, brothers and uncles abuse little girls and boys unrepentant criminals murder these little souls murder looks like suicide for our brothers and sisters death of innocence, betrayal of trust squashed self-worth, death in the eyes the remorseless predators have perfected their craft victims visit their therapists while the doers shrug it off abusers are…