Posts
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it's the end of the world
and the beginning --
don't blow it.
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on knowing people whose first language is not this one
speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,
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sleepaway #2
birdsong woke us at five a.m., the washed-out dawn
altogether too bright. wake-up bugle wasn't til eight, time spent
rolling over and over listening to the screen doors slam.
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sleepaway #1
it rained the night of our arrival -
big, whooshing gasps of whitewashed rain & thunder that
shook heavy against the darkening skies. dinner went long.
we only sang louder, deafening echoes beneath the storm as
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one half of a best friends necklace
i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after
Loves
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anti-fascist frogs
let me tell you what i saw today
when i was downtown with 200k others
in the heart of the city of the nation,
a swamp raised to stand above the world. with
flags &
signs &
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US in the USA
America is not make up of one flag
and should never resort to a statement otherwise.
I saw
many flags
that represent you and me
and US because
we are made up of
gay,
queer,
trans,
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Waiting in the Hall of Memories
Every Halloween, one house on your street stays dark; no lights, no candy, no decorations. The neighborhood kids whisper about it, daring each other to knock, but no one ever does.
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Routine
Create
writing
medium or genre
poetry
body
this is my routine;
come home from school
open to this the first chance I get
write.
Write
write
write
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“Believe Me”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t.”
“You live in the stars.”
“My feet are planted on the earth.”
“But your eyes are reflecting them.”
“They’re not.”
“Believe me.”
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We (are) the People
Who are we?
Are we men
in offices, yes that would still be
us.
But, I think we are also the boy who got a flag from the lady in the parade and waves it because he loves his country