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About I Will Start This Blog, I Mean It!

Poet, adjunct, general curmudgeon.

I Dedicate My No Trump Vote

This piece was originally accepted by the blog http://dedicateyournotrumpvote.blogspot.com/ , a project I love, support, and am proud to have been a part of, even peripherally. Unfortunately, they were so overrun with submissions (huzzah!), it’s not going to run, but I … Continue reading

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This Is Not Analogous

Ok, so here we go again, with the same tired, essentially racist, logic-free argument. I recall a blog post that “trended” when Trayvon Martin was shot, that described in hideous detail the carjacking death of a young white woman at … Continue reading

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Jamaal As Target Ad

Since what ends up as fable so often starts in a rapture, since my cat performs a Jubilate Agno as I lay my son to sleep, since Venus shines hot and distant in the distance of his nightly window, moving; … Continue reading

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In Praise of Clean Panties, My Mother

Who even now might walk through my front door with my own son in tow, having kept him for the night, having schlepped him to church to praise the small ways he points at the blood-tipped palms of Christ and … Continue reading

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There Is A God I’ve Wanted All My Life

The way you feel describing objective truth. The way the shadow of two bald blue branches on your son’s pale nighttime wall creak in and out Like pincers, like rusted tweezers Like a wishbone, like a horror Like the dreams … Continue reading

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Hang In There, Baby

It’s hard sometimes, not being the king of France, or even of a smaller, more tropical space, it’s hard not having the whitest house, or whatever we’re all fighting for. Like feminism. I’m sorry to take this turn, especially in … Continue reading

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Imperatives

Send us your best ephemera, your mouse bones, your numbers seventeen, your wrap-around boyfriend wrapped around that other girl, the sweater he left at your house, make it sing, that sweater, make it recall the single glass of water you … Continue reading

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