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Humming to Our Hearts
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
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The Boundless Book of Humanity
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
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Honeyed Rose
Her hands are cupped around
A rose,
Perfectly red petals
Curling to the center,
Where she has stored her heart;
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Hasty Assumptions Thoroughly Exaggerated
Hate
Is ignorance:
It’s when eyes
Skim past the story of scars,
Focusing rather on the fact
They’re there;
They let the jagged curves
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Flood My Heart
Let me float
In a sea of poetry,
Words weaving my hair,
Verses like seawater
Trickling into my heart
And lapping against the shores
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The Rain of Ruddy Gold
Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson. He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches
Loves
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Mi portóncito
Mi portóncito
My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;
the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to
Mi portóncito- the one taking me home
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youngest at the tiki party
I can hear the party still going
starting in the kitchen,
spilling into the dining room
and out onto the deck
I hear the sound of fizzy champagne filling crystal glasses
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Nobody will believe you otherwise
Say you're a president.
Not a king.
If that's true then what's happening in Venezuela?
You removed a ruthless dictator, yes,
but you just replaced him with another.
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Being a dreamer is hard
Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.
For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.
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favorite food (s)
Since I could eat, I have loved eating. Since I could open
my mouth and shriek for sustenance I have been in love with food.
And it has always loved me back -
tacos, grilled cheese, steak, sushi, matzo ball soup,
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