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A poem inspired by the Arabic love poetry of Nizar Qabbani. Too niche to get published so I'm posting it for free. Includes a line from a poem by Qabb..
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An original poem written to the rhythm + melody of Bob Dylan's song "Don't Think Twice".
Written in honor of a long-term friendship that ended recent..
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Third in a sequence of three poems with the same title.
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Second in a sequence of three poems with the same title.
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First in a sequence of three poems with the same title.
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In my youth, I used to sing as I walked / in public, hoping a man would hear me / and fall in love with my weakness. None did.
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Pretty and dark-haired, fatherless and welfare-raised, my mother was just Gillian Black growing up, no more. Now she was marrying up, if only incremen..
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I'm fast asleep from dawn till dusk, so I weed at midnight, when no one is around. It's hard work, and I'm as green as the garden is, learning how to ..
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Listen now, do you hear our countless bombs whistling? They are our first and our ultimate music.
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A poem about writer's block amid the rise of fascism in America. Published in ANMLY Magazine, Issue #41.
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