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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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Not Your temple,
This body is
My tomb.
Slumbering bones
Dream of life, and
Wonder if it was
Worth the sorrow and
The strife up t..
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A drop of water in the sea,
A tiny, transparent eyeball,
Lidless, restless, open to it all:
The sun, as it makes its rounds
Like a lord s..
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One day, I’ll ascend the narrow path,
Sit on a rock, let silence speak, and I shall
Receive all that I want, all that I seek.
One ..
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There was a tree in the garden
Branches gnarled, trunk thick,
Heavy-laden with fruit to pick.
But oh, a storm of violent winds
Tore i..
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The bright colors of imitationEventually lose their luster.The canvas sags under theProud weight of haughty kings, orCan bear the hungry eyesOf the bl..
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Oh remembrance,How stern a tutor you areTo make me recountEvery tear shed at her bedside,Every detail of herTortured, saintly face,Every sigh, every p..
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