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Category: poetry
A Conversation With Monica Hand (2012)
"Don’t misunderstand me. I believe in the power of poetry to heal and change but sometimes I am so tired of the atrocities in the world. One book of poems is just not enough. How do we make the blues go away. I want to write poems that incite, inspire a better world."
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No Easy Demon
2017 has been life affirming. I haven't taken y'all on the cardiomyopathy carousel much this year because technically it's all rather new; a little up and down like the carousel horsies; a little boring as incremental change can be; and more than anything for all my say-it-anyway-you-can banner waving, ummm, I'd rather not. Besides, I am so, so Here. And other people that were in my brand of canoe don't always get to say that. So, about being Here. That good girl project has been doing big things this year!
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Poetry Reading for Marrow (poems about Jonestown)
I'll be reading poems from Marrow, my manuscript about the Peoples Temple, a congregation of Americans who emigrated to Jonestown Guyana and were coerced into suicide by their spiritual leader.
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It’s Better Out Than In
Talking to myself--especially when it becomes a lot of talk all of a sudden, always tells me there is something I'm trying to work out of my brain and especially out of my body. It's interesting that I haven't been able to run lately, one of my choice ways of working stuff out of my mind and body.
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Mornings (NaPoWriMo 8/30)
a donut had fallen in a rush to breakfast its sticky footprint darkening and travelling through every room, the cough following it
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Ballad of Bridges (NaPoWriMo 6/30)
Ballad of Bridges Each one was familiar yet its peril new and desperate over water not deep enough to account for believing more in visions of mangle and gore only visions, after all, amalgamating into fear. The subconscious is always painting its face in Imagination and Doubt. So if I've crossed bridges before in the sullenness of day's brooding; wearing the [...]
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Home (NaPoWriMo 5/30)
before I could swallow, choke, introduce Your cancer into my feet or feelings I found it.
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Givers and Takers (NaPoWriMo 4/30)
I’ll give you ears, proper timbre and tonality; my full weight against your arm until it’s limp and damp, pocked in a rash the shape of my locs
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More to the Story (NaPoWriMo 3/30)
A woman's worth is not in her vagina. A woman is worth more than her vagina. A vagina and a womb are not synonymous. A woman owns her vagina and her womb and only she decides whether these statements are true. For her. A man's worth is not in his penis. A man is worth [...]
