When I was a kid I loved to hear my dad tell stories. First of all, he's a consummate storyteller--animations and all--and secondly he's a man with many stories thanks to his life experiences. One of my favorites was when he would talk of people who were rumored to have "sold their souls to the [...]
Tag: i was just thinking
Conversations That Happen In My Head #3
1. If I was better at ass-kissing I'd likely be further in life. But alas, I never mastered the art and good karma has always made me tingly and blush. 2. Headache, you slay me. Now go away--my amusement at your attempts to distract me has worn off. 3. Kid, you're gonna be great--my message [...]
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Fever
Every woman begins as weather, sips slow thunder, knows her hips. Every woman harbors a chaos, can wait for it, straddling a fever. from "5 p.m., Tuesday, August 23, 2005" by Patricia Smith Blood Dazzler Copyright © 2008 Coffee House Press
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Meet the Tribe
Goodbyes, or, this poem-like thing I wrote one day
Last night after every asana, my instructor chided, "Let it go; that pose is over and you will not return to it again." She kept reminding us to exist in the present moment--if one pose didn't turn out like we wanted, that didn't mean it should affect the pose we were currently attempting. It's a [...]
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rethink: Suspect
Six months ago in St. Louis, homeless mother of 2 Anna Brown, refused to leave St. Mary's Hospital complaining of pain and an inability to walk. She was arrested, carried to jail, and placed on the cement floor moaning. Within 15 minutes she was dead of a blood clot that had gone from her sprained [...]
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Ash, a post for Trayvon Martin
Friday was a blog-in for 17 year old Trayvon Martin, shot and killed by his neighborhood watch captain. I'm late to the party because I've struggled to find words. For years. For too many boys. This time the name is Trayvon. Trayvon was returning from the local convenience store to his father's gated community with [...]
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Culture Jacking
I don't know about this. So I read this article about the history of "African" fabrics and am still thinking (insert Scooby Doo voice here), Huh? Dutch you say? The same Dutch that colonized South Africa? Critics of the side-eye I'm giving to "the "true original" Vlisco will likely argue that the Dutch's main stomping [...]
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21 Things I Wish I Could Tell My TwentySomething Self
I make lists. It's what I do. I also take unsmiling pictures of myself. Shoot me. I write a lot more journal-y stuff than poetry. But trust me: I'm a poet. I have the binders. A degree. The tortured soul to prove it. But back to this thing about lists. I often think of young [...]
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On Guilt
I read this today. A couple of weeks ago this traveled with me on a few morning runs. And I thought about how I was feeling not many weeks ago about this. Bad thoughts ran through my head all three times for which I felt guilty--are you *bleeping* serious?! I can think of no curse [...]
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