Tagged: Poetry

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg

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SAAPM – She Said

CW: I’ve told my story in various different ways: radio, podcast, TV, Congress, etc. My story was adapted for the stage for an RCC charity fundraiser in the UK and so on. The graphic...

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She said…

She said… don’t move.   She said… this doesn’t happen to men.   She said… you should be thanking me.   She said… keep your mouth shut.   She said… you don’t get to...

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6 AM at McPherson Square

6 AM at McPherson Square No one is up. Just us workerbees. Pink sky. Cool, strong breeze. The homeless men – and it is all men here – are huddled under their blankets. A...

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Sometimes

I think I’ll call this one “sometimes.” Sometimes, you need to pick up your oldest son from the Metro at 9:30 pm. Sometimes, you think you feel something crawling up your leg in the...

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An Ode to the Zombies of My Youth

An Ode to the Zombies of My Youth by James Landrith I do not like zombies with guns. I do not when fast they runs. I would not like zombies that fly. I do...

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Title Not Needed by James Landrith   If you think so… However, I couldn’t possibly agree less But it really doesn’t fucking matter Did you really think it did? (19 December 2011 – Alexandria,...