For the first time in four years my ICD "delivered therapy," which I discovered days after "the event" when my electrophysiologist's nurse called to ask "if I was okay."
Category: conversations that happen in my head
New Poems In Awakenings Review!
What you do know is that what the women said about you is true: you are a cavernous hollow in whom no man can find his rightful end. And who doesn’t want to end somehow? To plant a flag, surrender and wilt into rest?
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“What a friend we have in Jesus” (& Nikki): A musing response to Nikki Giovanni’s “A Good Cry”
For today’s sermon, we borrow from the book of Nikki (Giovanni, that is).
Editor’s Note: While our usual editorial style uses poets’ last names on second reference, this essay intentionally breaks with that style as a nod to the intimacy the poet has cultivated with audiences and readers.
By Kendra N. Bryant, PhD
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
—Nikki Giovanni, “Ego Tripping (There May Be a Reason Why)”
Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
I find Jesus and Nikki to be quite similar, maybe even one and the same. Admittedly, however, I don’t know either that well. But I think I know enuf about them to make such an assertion. See, I’m thinking if Jesus really is on Mars,[1] then Nikki’s fascination with space is really her fascination with herself, but not in an ego-tripping, self-centered fashion; more like a return to Self. Otherwise…
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Today I remembered that you are dead
It wasn't remembering at all but realizing--probably that's what I was doing, you know, that you are dead, and it felt like chewing foil
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Poetry For Black Lives: A Reading and Conversation
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New Poetry In About Place Journal
Source: darlene anita scott
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It–whatever It is–can wait.
I am living with advanced heart failure. Yeah, yeah, yeah some of you are like "but I thought you were healing;" well, a test the other week shows regression. An additional and more extensive scan the week after next will refute or confirm. Whether advanced or (hopefully) not I live with heart failure. And my [...]
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Dear Blackboy
Back in 2012, I wrote a Dear John letter to the brothers. My relationships with the Johns in my life were (and will always be I suppose) evolving, transitioning, ending. I'm a stubborn one, but my ideas and opinions evolve, transition, end too. So it is with the Dear John letter. I realized the change [...]
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Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era is HERE!
Good folks, give thanks--she is here! Follow her on Twitter @blmelegy and bookmark her website https://revisitingtheelegy.org/ to keep up with her travels now that she's entered the world! Please love up on her--order, share, review, invite her to your classroom, library, reading group, home, bookstore. She's so ready. xoxo
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Belonging
I don’t think there is anyone who doesn’t want to belong to something or somebody. Not ownership belong to but be a part of belong to. Even me. I say even me because I’m a natural, albeit ironic, loner. Ironic because I’m a twin and we make two of five sisters. Ironic still because there [...]
