She was poetry, a dance in the air
Moving lightly, like a verse floating there
Hair in the wind, unpretentious lines
Her smile illuminated cloudy times
He, a simple man, lived raw prose each day
With calloused hands, unaware of the way
Life in bold letters, beauty lost in the grind
Chapters predictable, meaning hard to find
At the craft fair, a sun shining bright
He watched from afar, not...

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I am I

Without a name

I am I still

Without a name

You may wish to call me in the dark of night

You may wish to reach out,

When I am out of sight,

You may wish to write me a poem,

A song or a sonnet

What name shall you then

Write upon it,

So precious name,

You are not in vain,

Addressing this house, this body, this frame,

Though it too will change...

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photo credit: Maury Landsman

Reclaimed Names

A running epigraph of names

Cumulus

We fictionalize ourselves to actualize ourselves

Isabella Baumfree became Sojourner Truth        

Ras Taf(f)ari Makonnen became Emperor Haile Sellassie        

Ernesto Guevara de la Serna became Che Guevara        

Dairies can’t hold secrets any better

Than siblings or friends but

We writ...

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