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Like the Rivers

Langston Hughes: “I’ve known rivers:/I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the/flow of human blood in human veins…” …My Soul longs to weep/like the rivers My anger is like stagnant water old and stale the ravaged bones of an ancient cadaver brittle, frail Buried and forgotten like the leaden pipes in Flint Such grave harm was never meant to come to light; … Continue reading Like the Rivers

Building the Profile: Intake Interview

Miracle Max: “There’s a difference between being mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive.” Tubman: “…I can’t seem to get there no-how. I can’t seem to get over that line.” Frost: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.” Question 1: How did you meet yourself? It was a question really of custody. The principals had argued back and forth about transfer points, … Continue reading Building the Profile: Intake Interview

There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places)

Frost: “Whose woods these are, I think I know…” Marvell: “Had we but world enough and time…” Child Bending Spoons: “That’s impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth:” There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places) Sometimes I pause upon the stair I face a life that isn’t there Its ruins haunt me every day I wish I wish they’d go away … Continue reading There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places)

A Simple Make-up Routine (or Maybe She’s Born with It)

Dedication: to Institutionalization, which makes all of man ugly and insecure and susceptible to “tutorials”; to the brave women who live under patriarchy, which conditions you to see yourself and others like the separate compartments of a make-up palette; and to diversity, which says there is no such thing as the unwanted square – in fact, there is no such thing as a blemish. L. Hughes: “What … Continue reading A Simple Make-up Routine (or Maybe She’s Born with It)

Pinky Swear (or ‘Cross My Heart)

  Pinky Swear (or ‘Cross My Heart) Remember this Remember this Remember this We were the ones who did the feeling It’s only us that have survived Out of spaces cramped and desperate Somehow we have stayed alive The only ones in that place Wherever that place is Remember this Remember this Remember this Now the rescuers have found us And our dark world will … Continue reading Pinky Swear (or ‘Cross My Heart)

Domino Apologetics (Part II)

M Hypothesis: Some people write for a living (they must – how else will they pay their bills). Some people write to live (they must – the words name them, affirm them as people and set them free). And some people write because it’s time to. The Proof (though it’s hardly empirical data): I like masks – you can probably tell that from this site. They force … Continue reading Domino Apologetics (Part II)

I’m Probably Not the Marrying Kind…

  “My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolv’d through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?” – “Sonnet 30,” Edmund Spenser I’m Probably Not the Marrying Kind Man child, man child open up your eyes trapped in a grown man’s body strapped with a … Continue reading I’m Probably Not the Marrying Kind…