Showing posts with label April poetry month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April poetry month. Show all posts
Friday, April 01, 2016

Si fuera human@

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Si fuera human@ sería una mujer con puños de ternura llena de espinas me preocuparía sólo por mis hijas Amaría libremente al hombre ...
Wednesday, April 30, 2014

I am a ghost

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there are days when i believe i am a ghost haunting stairwells and abandoned migrant camps sleeping with Billie Holiday and gettin...
Monday, April 28, 2014

relationships | day 27 | poetry month |

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I am related to you by tenderness, not trauma. I am connected to you by a woman, not fists. I am related to you by the longest, deep...
Sunday, April 13, 2014

Soul seas | Day 12 & 13 | poetry month

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My tenderness will absolve my rage Or else I will have to eat my fingers So that I can never carry a weapon other than...
Friday, April 11, 2014

I am closing in | Day 10 & 11 | poetry month

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I am closer to life than to death I am closer to tenderness than to hate I am closer to breath than to silence Eve...
Wednesday, April 09, 2014

When I die | Day 9 Poetry Month

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  When I die I will be so dead You will have to invent a fake life to match my real death I will be such a big death that everyone ...
Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Migrant ghost heart | day eight poetry month

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She is now just an idea, a deep memory an ancestor a sister a woman a ghost heart in my mind in my veins in my half life Her bo...
Monday, April 07, 2014

Billie Holiday | day seven poetry month |

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She sings: My heart is  in Baltimore My voice is  scattered in the ruins  of your bruises Winter always hangs 'round the corner...
Sunday, April 06, 2014

arnoldo garcía: Electrocutions | day six poetry month

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i am a misfit a misspell a mistake a misunderstanding a mistrial a misprint a missile a mission a missive a misfire a mist a...
Saturday, April 05, 2014

I am tumbling | day five poetry month

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I am tumbling in the debris of space going backwards, lunging forward paralyzed by the electric sun. my ancestors for generations studi...
Friday, April 04, 2014

Nothing matters | day 4 poetry month

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N othing matters really nothing revenge is a dead end sleep is impossible her lips have become a mirage of the dictatorship of capitali...
Thursday, April 03, 2014

if I told the truth | day 3 poetry month

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if i told the truth i would live in your arms to raise my picket signs calling for boycotts strikes protests for justice human...