I’m surprised you’re not married. And no children? Wow. He sighs and gives me an approving once over. The obvious attraction bores me. First of all it's old--15 years of this conversation and your balls remain so shriveled that you cannot act on it? Boy, bye. I am tired of being interesting and beautiful; not [...]
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Almost There
I'm almost 38, so in that regard these words from Martin Luther King seem apropos. In these months before my 38th birthday there are some things that are going to happen that will be uncomfortable; things I'm anxious about because I recognize already how uncomfortable they will be. Shit with my employer and career; shit [...]
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Conversations That Happen in My Head #2
Been writing a lot this first part of the week and this soundtrack from Kwame Dawes has been in my head most of that time thanks to my writer-friend Yao: MEMOS TO POETS a 'twitter' journey #1 Banned: The metaphorical heart. ”Heartburn” is allowed, however. ”Heartache” too, only if a coronary is involved. #2 The [...]
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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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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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You’re gonna have to stop all this running and exercising…and start eating some meat.
Daddy, I love you, but dude, Kojak? Turned up to deaf? Ahh those were the days. Unemployed and back with the folks after 18 years, I was not the happiest camper at camp. So I chased a few highs (and a few job leads). First Oreos, then some retail therapy, and then something I’d discovered [...]
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A Dream Deferred
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 32 Colon was not my first attempt to begin the filling of my passport pages (twice). It was just the first attempt that succeeded. In my last year of college, graduate school was the option behind the paperwork that littered my desk— applications to [...]
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Writers Anonymous
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 23 political (p-lt-kl) - of or relating to your views about social relationships involving authority or power Naming The act of naming is political; that is, how we choose to call things, ideas, and people is a reflection of how we perceive ourselves in relation [...]
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Church Girl
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 22 Yesterday I headed to the grocery store in hopes of getting cheap eggs; otherwise, I avoided shopping areas at all costs. Because the next day was going to be Easter. Time for Peeps, pantyhose, shoes, and Easter ham. At sunrise, I was on the [...]
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