Category: Poetry
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Back in 1994 she was the model of all French fashion, her hair slightly unclean and tied up in a Princess Leia double knot cinnamon bun. She’s always late but ahead of her time. Never shaves her underarms and on occasion, wears makeup, and even glasses. All of the time talking to me on the…
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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear…
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Kazim Ali Write Something on My Wall: Body, Identity and Poetry from Vol. 38 No. 3 When Kara Thrace first appeared on the screen and it became clear to the audience of the new Battlestar Galactica that Starbuck was a woman, one first looked at the new version and thought this character is still “coded” as…
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MEMENTO Better to feel (Than be) Blood rushes thru veins And the heart beats, Only one-day to complete its duty. While eventually earth and gods shall all come Crashing down And kingdoms & civilizations fade. And so please, I ask you only this; That when I leave to let me take…
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OF POETRY FUTURE http://theghostofpoetryfuture.tumblr.com
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R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ
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… I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought,…
