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Hold back the indecent handThat would fling the door openOn Modesty undressing in aSmoky backroom of your mind.Leap from your old, dusty platform,Fly,..
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The ghost of the past is calling,Beckoning from behind the veil thatSeparates the living from the dead.The tombstone of what we wereHas been gathering..
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Are you but your mother,
Father,
and the gods that made you,
Wove
and sewed you out of the
Same
cloth they are made of?A
different pat..
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Aches
and pains lasso the wild horses of the mind
Herding
them back to their stables where they
Stare
at the walls ruminating, twitching, al..
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On the skating rink of the mind,Grooves get deeper with every pass.Blunt blades slice fragile ice,On the cold circus stage ofTwo-legged, dumb, white m..
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When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.
~ Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison)
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Hate is on the rise it seems: nation against nation, nation against self, races, genders, generations screaming at one another.
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Inspired by the events portrayed in August Wilson's "Fences," and by the subsequent memories and questions the play prompted.
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Walking through a park, I saw a stuffed children's toy, a sizable, happy, blue shark. It was as if it had been placed there purposefully on a small mo..
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The water is smooth likeA silk blanket thrown overThe suffocating depths of our bed.Our bodies glide like eelsThere's no stable footing for thoughtOn ..
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