Lamentations #1 (audio only)
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for Renee Nicole Good
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The fall is the crashing, a sudden brightness,
call it a snapping twig on a broken tree,
call it the never fulfilled promises of freedom
of returning what was stolen.
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for Breonna Taylor
Dear Breonna,
How many times, I ask,
how many times
have I chased the thought
of writing to you,
of catching the poem where
2022
It is the first day of the year again, this time in the quiet absence of Portlandia, we have our own quiet way of entering the spaces between the seconds of life, where time fades. The fire makes a noise, inside here where ice and snow make the earth frozen, press us to guess what weather will do now as weather becomes a matter of climate with no divination. I listen to your napping, air going inside to fill you with warmth from the fireplace, air going out to let your soul teach the world what it is to make the journey to the heart. So this first poem the day a golden ret
2018