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all good gifts
are thumb and theremin
are insofar and here within
keening in unmouthed sound
and we will be crushed
under the weight
of what we call 'beautiful'
long before we can call
its name and hear
it sing… https://t.co/ope1BSDSq0
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some people
are medicine.
souls like hot tea
and night quiet.
keeping your
heartbeat
safe. some
people are
peace for
noisy minds.
proof that if
God exists,
she is love
and you have
every reason.
for… https://t.co/Uz9Wbgd13V
rose water from gardened and gifted roses. my mother's day gift to myself. this batch is all choice petals. the beautiful ones. the next batch will be made from withered petals and thorns, which i will use for… https://t.co/xSl9ip9Vvw
a beautiful barter. i wrote a poem for https://t.co/62DxMUChnG and she returned it to me adorned in visual art. there is so much power and community and magic in creating. if you can access the energy to do creative stuff in this… https://t.co/IVBfp1vVqP
this poem is so intensely dear to me. my ancestors snatched the pen from me several times as i wrote. it was a sacred experience. these are their stories. and mine. and ours. #19poems#poemoftheday#poemsarespells… https://t.co/we2dpVm8oi
i want my life to look pretty. like a dope filter, applied. aesthetic, my kid would say. it doesn't, though. everything feels a mess and i've wiped down the same counters 8 times today. yesterday, in class, i felt my… https://t.co/LmrztX4xKD
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"you, splayed wide on grass
your body quincunx
your body pentagram
my palm on your solar plexus;
sirens scream by --
'i saw the figure five in gold...'"
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find the fives in this poem. (there are four.)
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i'll be… https://t.co/p7orokYWJo