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When vanity is otherwise the poor girl’s only virtue.
“They own every breath that we take. They pick each piece off our plate. They eat all flesh that we make. They run the whole of our fate. And they say it’s all for our sake.” -What we’re not supposed to sing outside. We’d all heard, for quite some time of course, about our master’s…
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THE EVOLUTION OF ECOLOGICAL ATTITUDES AS REPRESENTED IN AMERICAN LITERATURE
ABSTRACT OF THE THESIS A comparative analysis of works in American literature reveals the evolving ecological attitudes of society as illustrated through the perceptions and values of characters in regards to the natural environment. Applying an ecocritical approach, elements from each work are examined in three categories to chart the evolution of ecological attitude; environmental…
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Baby’s Breath
For the wedding you worebaby’s breath in your hairto quietly remindthat also in your dresswas a fetus tangled deep insidein tubes and hidden roomsatop an anatomical slippery slide. Tiny then, as the blossoms in your crown,but already sharing air with youand eating smuggled food inside. As the baby grewthere were timesyou breathed for me, too,when…
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Original of Love
The Original of Love series marks my journey through Brooklyn over a five year period. The paintings started out as pencil drawings on handmade paper and later became ink drawings, a process which took place in Crown Heights and Bay Ridge. Acrylic paint was introduced to the surface of the works in 2016 while I…
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Catalogue
It was a long time ago on a farm. The cows horse pigs chickens. The pond cellar farmhouse barn sheds hay-wagon fenced-fields a definition of function. On the table a fork butter-knife coal-bucket by the stove pump- handle. The dirt road is the oldest part of memory. Wild animals roamed at night. Hyena aardvark wart-hog…
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the girls, the girls
this place smells like hand-rolled-cigarette smoke burning, burning up and down the walls: my walls the small-girl walls he leans against giving credit to his big-man feet. When we are born they give us maps & the maps show us how to escape from burning things. They lead us to the muster point while the…
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Am I the Ice Cream Man?
Am I the ice cream man? Why else would the streets Fill & living rooms echo? Rose gardens smell of vanilla On Las Palmas as vowels Of celebration turn letters Into words; neighborhood Streets are blindly happy, Like a dream or maternity Ward. “Forza Juve!” from A random window: whoop It up. No need to…
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(Don’t) Eat Your Feelings
Empty chocolate wrappersstrewn across the unmade bedlike spent shells from a smoking gun.Sweet ammunition rests heavy in her belly,A failed salveon festering wounds,her growing girth bears witnessto the shattered glass of her past.A daughter’s fulfillment, a mother’s glee. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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The Photographer
Every day it happens. Happens every day. After night’s amens. Before a single ray. Planet Earth poses And doesn’t move Like a bed of roses Avant le joli bouquet. In flagrante love: Faceless yet faced. Every day it happens. Happens every day. After night’s amens. Before a single ray. But today for the first…
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Reading and Decoding English
Reading and Decoding English 5 Letter 1.5 Traveling in Russia If you know people who have Dyslexia, help them learn to read starting with this column. It takes patiences to teach them the individual sounds. This is an excerpt from Title: Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley This iz the most…
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To Stand on the Shoulders of Giants You Must Climb their Legs
The great Coleridge quote (by way of Newton by way of Burton by way of Bernard of Chartes) that we see further because we stand on the shoulders of giants seems to be automatically assumed by the modern mind. We have “evolved” since the Greco Roman era. Even though clearly we are more barbaric. Even…
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After the Tornado: a Primer on Disaster
I wish Tara and I had less experience in disasters, but the truth is we have more than several lifetimes worth. I was on a team that served in Galveston after the hurricane – Zach Williams led worship before he was in the Lone Bellow, in fact. I was on a team in Katrina. Tara…