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What happens when we need to accept that the sky is falling all around us? Oct 23, 2017

A response to Night Flowers: An Evening with Jomama Jones
By Ryan Diaz

 

 

All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking.

—Robert Haas, “Meditation at Lagunitas”

I didn't know it at the time, but Jomama Jones knew I needed to talk. More than that, she knew I needed a good talking to.

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an impure found poem in response to Jomama Jones Oct 23, 2017

Jomama Jones

the voice is heard  and felt
and enters  before  the body

the voice haunts while still alive
ooooh ooooh oooh 
in the distance from the ether
it resurrects us 
before the body has come 
into being before us

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Whose girlhood? — a poem after Kissing Like Babies Oct 14, 2017

When you think of girlhood you may think of rosy faces with a golden shine on the cheekbones.
Pyramids of giggling girls often sauntering like kissing babies and screaming and squealing when delighted. Or maybe the failed attempts at dyeing our hair pink and bloodstains on the sheets when we wake up in the morning.

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Hey! Oct 14, 2017

It makes me sad when I learn that in the first world country 
there is such a thing as pink-collar job, you know
And it makes me sad to learn that that kind of job is paid even shittier 
than blue collar job you know

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