Category: Poetry
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When I learned Derrick Bell wrote science fiction, I cried in my car,George Wallace screaming on Color TV 500 armed veterans and 9 black teenagersprobably still alive to vote in 2024 In the shadows of temporarily embarrassed immigrants, were my ancestors bittering,red ears in the Southern sun, with oil-gray fingernails cutting the palms of their fists Somehow…
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My lungs hurt but I shouldn’t stop typingshouldn’t stop asking Them what’s wrongI couldn’t possibly stop the “How can I be better?”I apologize, I meant “How can I consume every living thing in the universe?” Many economists and spiritual leaders are now recognizing externalities to growth, such as:– Death In the night heat of my…
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Your journey is learning quickly:THEY squint at questions Elders Taught for eonsas Their Eyes widen at The vanishing Horizon of answersto notice Teachings like: do not cut The body or The shall-not-be-namedgloaming in the repetitionswill fold its origami intelligenceinside The slit that goes unrepaired Then The Ecdysiastic math begins:7 swallows, 13 fires, and 42 fangs…