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A woman behind glass
asked me if I loved freedom.
I said yes,
but not the kind
that comes with a barcode.
Freedom here
is a performance:
a hymn sung off-key
by men in suits
who have never been hungry.
From 'The Document' by Wasima Khan
#Poetry #LitMag
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asked me if I loved freedom.
I said yes,
but not the kind
that comes with a barcode.
Freedom here
is a performance:
a hymn sung off-key
by men in suits
who have never been hungry.
From 'The Document' by Wasima Khan
#Poetry #LitMag
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November 16, 2025 at 7:52 PM
A woman behind glass
asked me if I loved freedom.
I said yes,
but not the kind
that comes with a barcode.
Freedom here
is a performance:
a hymn sung off-key
by men in suits
who have never been hungry.
From 'The Document' by Wasima Khan
#Poetry #LitMag
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
asked me if I loved freedom.
I said yes,
but not the kind
that comes with a barcode.
Freedom here
is a performance:
a hymn sung off-key
by men in suits
who have never been hungry.
From 'The Document' by Wasima Khan
#Poetry #LitMag
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Father’s gone, and the legs are out.
She blesses the tabletop with twin aces and forgets
to call the others
her sisters—
their lingerie,
already hanging from the crucifix.
Down to garters and double veils
From 'Nuns Playing Strip Poker' by Harrison Hamm
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She blesses the tabletop with twin aces and forgets
to call the others
her sisters—
their lingerie,
already hanging from the crucifix.
Down to garters and double veils
From 'Nuns Playing Strip Poker' by Harrison Hamm
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October 31, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Father’s gone, and the legs are out.
She blesses the tabletop with twin aces and forgets
to call the others
her sisters—
their lingerie,
already hanging from the crucifix.
Down to garters and double veils
From 'Nuns Playing Strip Poker' by Harrison Hamm
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
She blesses the tabletop with twin aces and forgets
to call the others
her sisters—
their lingerie,
already hanging from the crucifix.
Down to garters and double veils
From 'Nuns Playing Strip Poker' by Harrison Hamm
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
In our latest issue ➡️Crossings: In this section many works speak to new areas to express challenges and freedom from self-doubt. There are many to choose from. Which one moves you most?
( ✒️ Section artwork: There’s a door by Crash Solo) #LitMag
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( ✒️ Section artwork: There’s a door by Crash Solo) #LitMag
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October 16, 2025 at 11:07 PM
In our latest issue ➡️Crossings: In this section many works speak to new areas to express challenges and freedom from self-doubt. There are many to choose from. Which one moves you most?
( ✒️ Section artwork: There’s a door by Crash Solo) #LitMag
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( ✒️ Section artwork: There’s a door by Crash Solo) #LitMag
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The artwork for the section 'Succession: Young Authors & Artists' was done by Iranian photographer, storyteller, and poet Zohreh Zadbood.
➡️ The piece is titled 'Color in Wind,' in our latest edition. aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
🔗 Discover more of her creative work at zohrehzadbood.com
➡️ The piece is titled 'Color in Wind,' in our latest edition. aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
🔗 Discover more of her creative work at zohrehzadbood.com
October 9, 2025 at 4:18 PM
The artwork for the section 'Succession: Young Authors & Artists' was done by Iranian photographer, storyteller, and poet Zohreh Zadbood.
➡️ The piece is titled 'Color in Wind,' in our latest edition. aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
🔗 Discover more of her creative work at zohrehzadbood.com
➡️ The piece is titled 'Color in Wind,' in our latest edition. aboutplacejournal.org/issues/on-fr...
🔗 Discover more of her creative work at zohrehzadbood.com
When I stand before
my mirror, ready
to attack my tangled locks,
I see dozens of well-groomed
soldiers with purple picks
stowed safely in kit bags
as they attack. I see
the enemy striking back.
From 'Combing My Hair,
Operation Desert Storm'
- Jill Barrie
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my mirror, ready
to attack my tangled locks,
I see dozens of well-groomed
soldiers with purple picks
stowed safely in kit bags
as they attack. I see
the enemy striking back.
From 'Combing My Hair,
Operation Desert Storm'
- Jill Barrie
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October 2, 2025 at 12:51 AM
When I stand before
my mirror, ready
to attack my tangled locks,
I see dozens of well-groomed
soldiers with purple picks
stowed safely in kit bags
as they attack. I see
the enemy striking back.
From 'Combing My Hair,
Operation Desert Storm'
- Jill Barrie
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my mirror, ready
to attack my tangled locks,
I see dozens of well-groomed
soldiers with purple picks
stowed safely in kit bags
as they attack. I see
the enemy striking back.
From 'Combing My Hair,
Operation Desert Storm'
- Jill Barrie
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
How do our movements create resonance(s) between us? asks issue editor Dr. Mita Mahato.
➡️Resonance. I am thinking about insects. Their buzzing, winging, rubbing, clicking, scurrying fill my ears. At its most fundamental, “resonance” means sound again.
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➡️Resonance. I am thinking about insects. Their buzzing, winging, rubbing, clicking, scurrying fill my ears. At its most fundamental, “resonance” means sound again.
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September 21, 2025 at 3:20 PM
How do our movements create resonance(s) between us? asks issue editor Dr. Mita Mahato.
➡️Resonance. I am thinking about insects. Their buzzing, winging, rubbing, clicking, scurrying fill my ears. At its most fundamental, “resonance” means sound again.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
➡️Resonance. I am thinking about insects. Their buzzing, winging, rubbing, clicking, scurrying fill my ears. At its most fundamental, “resonance” means sound again.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
-Our Table - Orchestra - Marulas
Three poems from 'body,' a #poetry manuscript by Erica Waters "challenges 'myths of exceptional individualism as constructed within colonial and capitalist contexts.'”
Waters is an Assistant Teaching Professor at CSU.
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Three poems from 'body,' a #poetry manuscript by Erica Waters "challenges 'myths of exceptional individualism as constructed within colonial and capitalist contexts.'”
Waters is an Assistant Teaching Professor at CSU.
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September 13, 2025 at 2:42 PM
-Our Table - Orchestra - Marulas
Three poems from 'body,' a #poetry manuscript by Erica Waters "challenges 'myths of exceptional individualism as constructed within colonial and capitalist contexts.'”
Waters is an Assistant Teaching Professor at CSU.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
Three poems from 'body,' a #poetry manuscript by Erica Waters "challenges 'myths of exceptional individualism as constructed within colonial and capitalist contexts.'”
Waters is an Assistant Teaching Professor at CSU.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
We’re already all here, the lot of us,
more than the sum of our parts,
oneness not sameness, diversity
that spins. Shared meal persists,
even when we trust too much in knives,
even when we break dishes, spill wine
__
From 'Our Table'
by Erica Waters
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more than the sum of our parts,
oneness not sameness, diversity
that spins. Shared meal persists,
even when we trust too much in knives,
even when we break dishes, spill wine
__
From 'Our Table'
by Erica Waters
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September 8, 2025 at 7:51 PM
We’re already all here, the lot of us,
more than the sum of our parts,
oneness not sameness, diversity
that spins. Shared meal persists,
even when we trust too much in knives,
even when we break dishes, spill wine
__
From 'Our Table'
by Erica Waters
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
more than the sum of our parts,
oneness not sameness, diversity
that spins. Shared meal persists,
even when we trust too much in knives,
even when we break dishes, spill wine
__
From 'Our Table'
by Erica Waters
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Shelter from the Storms: Quiet Collaborations
Renga 1
Storm Clouds
2/2/24
Storm clouds loom heavy
across distant horizons —
ominous portents.
Wind and lightning fly fearsome
as bountiful rain destroys.
______
➡️ Dana JS Washington & Janet N. Ryan
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Renga 1
Storm Clouds
2/2/24
Storm clouds loom heavy
across distant horizons —
ominous portents.
Wind and lightning fly fearsome
as bountiful rain destroys.
______
➡️ Dana JS Washington & Janet N. Ryan
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September 3, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Shelter from the Storms: Quiet Collaborations
Renga 1
Storm Clouds
2/2/24
Storm clouds loom heavy
across distant horizons —
ominous portents.
Wind and lightning fly fearsome
as bountiful rain destroys.
______
➡️ Dana JS Washington & Janet N. Ryan
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
Renga 1
Storm Clouds
2/2/24
Storm clouds loom heavy
across distant horizons —
ominous portents.
Wind and lightning fly fearsome
as bountiful rain destroys.
______
➡️ Dana JS Washington & Janet N. Ryan
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Mounds of fruit melt in the tired Friday afternoon,
and our feet enliven,
dance on fermentation grapes,
bubbling juices coloring
the toes warm,
yellow colors;
the soles yelp
like child-play
From 'An Ode on Wine Grapes' by Austin Thornton
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and our feet enliven,
dance on fermentation grapes,
bubbling juices coloring
the toes warm,
yellow colors;
the soles yelp
like child-play
From 'An Ode on Wine Grapes' by Austin Thornton
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August 31, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Mounds of fruit melt in the tired Friday afternoon,
and our feet enliven,
dance on fermentation grapes,
bubbling juices coloring
the toes warm,
yellow colors;
the soles yelp
like child-play
From 'An Ode on Wine Grapes' by Austin Thornton
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
and our feet enliven,
dance on fermentation grapes,
bubbling juices coloring
the toes warm,
yellow colors;
the soles yelp
like child-play
From 'An Ode on Wine Grapes' by Austin Thornton
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I am like this beetle,
tentative and a little blue,
or is that the reflection of sky
on her back or is it
the reflection of my cup
as she wanders toward
my warm hand?
From 'A Whispering Beetle' by Nancy Takacs
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tentative and a little blue,
or is that the reflection of sky
on her back or is it
the reflection of my cup
as she wanders toward
my warm hand?
From 'A Whispering Beetle' by Nancy Takacs
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August 25, 2025 at 10:50 PM
I am like this beetle,
tentative and a little blue,
or is that the reflection of sky
on her back or is it
the reflection of my cup
as she wanders toward
my warm hand?
From 'A Whispering Beetle' by Nancy Takacs
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tentative and a little blue,
or is that the reflection of sky
on her back or is it
the reflection of my cup
as she wanders toward
my warm hand?
From 'A Whispering Beetle' by Nancy Takacs
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"Shot in stop motion after Randall’s motion was stopped due to hip surgery fall 2020, this work reveals and revels in the “broken” body, a body replete with the markings of its 40-year career in the dance trenches..."
Candy Dish, in our latest edition.
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Candy Dish, in our latest edition.
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August 22, 2025 at 8:42 PM
"Shot in stop motion after Randall’s motion was stopped due to hip surgery fall 2020, this work reveals and revels in the “broken” body, a body replete with the markings of its 40-year career in the dance trenches..."
Candy Dish, in our latest edition.
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Candy Dish, in our latest edition.
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Reckoning and Release: The Blessing of the Fleets by Auset, A Ritual Performance Meditation in the Kemetic Month of Parmuti
- by Lucia Pavone (Sciarpa Paxton) & Desiree Mwalimu-Banks
Watch & listen ➡️ in the latest edition of About Place Journal.
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- by Lucia Pavone (Sciarpa Paxton) & Desiree Mwalimu-Banks
Watch & listen ➡️ in the latest edition of About Place Journal.
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August 17, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Reckoning and Release: The Blessing of the Fleets by Auset, A Ritual Performance Meditation in the Kemetic Month of Parmuti
- by Lucia Pavone (Sciarpa Paxton) & Desiree Mwalimu-Banks
Watch & listen ➡️ in the latest edition of About Place Journal.
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- by Lucia Pavone (Sciarpa Paxton) & Desiree Mwalimu-Banks
Watch & listen ➡️ in the latest edition of About Place Journal.
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In the stories my people tell, crickets are the old ones who stay up all night recounting the whole history of the world. The chirping of crickets, our mystics say, is the first sound you hear after you leave your body.
From ‘Uhini Nēnē Pele by K. Nuernberger
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From ‘Uhini Nēnē Pele by K. Nuernberger
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August 14, 2025 at 1:34 AM
In the stories my people tell, crickets are the old ones who stay up all night recounting the whole history of the world. The chirping of crickets, our mystics say, is the first sound you hear after you leave your body.
From ‘Uhini Nēnē Pele by K. Nuernberger
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From ‘Uhini Nēnē Pele by K. Nuernberger
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If I were a winter crane fly, my blood would have antifreezing chemical properties. Should light flicker across the eyes at the top of my head, suggesting the air is sunny and just above freezing, something would come alive in me.
From 'Umwelten'
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From 'Umwelten'
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August 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
If I were a winter crane fly, my blood would have antifreezing chemical properties. Should light flicker across the eyes at the top of my head, suggesting the air is sunny and just above freezing, something would come alive in me.
From 'Umwelten'
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From 'Umwelten'
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What is that song you’re singing into my poem,
each note dripping paint the hue of mourning?
Some poems are a tear-splattered canvas. Everyone
has an image or note that lures them home,
that recreates their own joyful evening or sad morning
into song.
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each note dripping paint the hue of mourning?
Some poems are a tear-splattered canvas. Everyone
has an image or note that lures them home,
that recreates their own joyful evening or sad morning
into song.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
August 4, 2025 at 4:05 PM
What is that song you’re singing into my poem,
each note dripping paint the hue of mourning?
Some poems are a tear-splattered canvas. Everyone
has an image or note that lures them home,
that recreates their own joyful evening or sad morning
into song.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
each note dripping paint the hue of mourning?
Some poems are a tear-splattered canvas. Everyone
has an image or note that lures them home,
that recreates their own joyful evening or sad morning
into song.
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
Wildfires are blazing. Care
to reconsider where? Paper mountains. Paper forests. Handle with care
the paper lives in paper houses that are not yours but could be.
From 'Collaboration of Poetry and Images' by Karen Elias & Marjorie Maddox. #Poetry #Poems #LitMag
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to reconsider where? Paper mountains. Paper forests. Handle with care
the paper lives in paper houses that are not yours but could be.
From 'Collaboration of Poetry and Images' by Karen Elias & Marjorie Maddox. #Poetry #Poems #LitMag
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July 31, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Wildfires are blazing. Care
to reconsider where? Paper mountains. Paper forests. Handle with care
the paper lives in paper houses that are not yours but could be.
From 'Collaboration of Poetry and Images' by Karen Elias & Marjorie Maddox. #Poetry #Poems #LitMag
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to reconsider where? Paper mountains. Paper forests. Handle with care
the paper lives in paper houses that are not yours but could be.
From 'Collaboration of Poetry and Images' by Karen Elias & Marjorie Maddox. #Poetry #Poems #LitMag
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With her grandmother,
the young girl wades waist-high
into a stream sparkling with possibility.
It is not enough to fry the fish and serve it
on the special dish shaped like a trout.
She needs to be part of the scene...
From 'Stream, Lake, Ocean'
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the young girl wades waist-high
into a stream sparkling with possibility.
It is not enough to fry the fish and serve it
on the special dish shaped like a trout.
She needs to be part of the scene...
From 'Stream, Lake, Ocean'
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July 28, 2025 at 3:29 PM
With her grandmother,
the young girl wades waist-high
into a stream sparkling with possibility.
It is not enough to fry the fish and serve it
on the special dish shaped like a trout.
She needs to be part of the scene...
From 'Stream, Lake, Ocean'
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
the young girl wades waist-high
into a stream sparkling with possibility.
It is not enough to fry the fish and serve it
on the special dish shaped like a trout.
She needs to be part of the scene...
From 'Stream, Lake, Ocean'
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This is the story of how two scientists, separated by an ocean of water and a chasm of culture, came to collaborate on the creation of an earth-centered anthology of poetry that evoked their love of distant, but not-so-different, homelands.
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July 22, 2025 at 2:27 AM
This is the story of how two scientists, separated by an ocean of water and a chasm of culture, came to collaborate on the creation of an earth-centered anthology of poetry that evoked their love of distant, but not-so-different, homelands.
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aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
"A Sea for Two Voices: Rising from the Depths of Texas", by Tammy Gomez & Liliana Valenzuela, is a collaborative piece about feminism, spirituality, & political climates.They created a manuscript detailing the symbolism of being a 'Whale' in society.
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July 19, 2025 at 4:06 PM
"A Sea for Two Voices: Rising from the Depths of Texas", by Tammy Gomez & Liliana Valenzuela, is a collaborative piece about feminism, spirituality, & political climates.They created a manuscript detailing the symbolism of being a 'Whale' in society.
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aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
"A Ribbon in the Sky," an artistic craft piece made from carefully constructed color schemes, pictures, and designs, shows the collaboration between Jacqueline Johnson's art and David Mills' poem "Induction Cuts."
(For Tuskegee Airman Harry Stewart Jr.)
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(For Tuskegee Airman Harry Stewart Jr.)
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July 16, 2025 at 12:47 PM
"A Ribbon in the Sky," an artistic craft piece made from carefully constructed color schemes, pictures, and designs, shows the collaboration between Jacqueline Johnson's art and David Mills' poem "Induction Cuts."
(For Tuskegee Airman Harry Stewart Jr.)
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(For Tuskegee Airman Harry Stewart Jr.)
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The question haunts me,
everywhere the damage caused
when we don’t care.
Remotely, someone lies bleeding.
_______
From “I Don’t Really Care Do U?” by Karen Brennan & Cynthia Hogue
#Poetry #Poem #LitMag
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everywhere the damage caused
when we don’t care.
Remotely, someone lies bleeding.
_______
From “I Don’t Really Care Do U?” by Karen Brennan & Cynthia Hogue
#Poetry #Poem #LitMag
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July 14, 2025 at 11:29 AM
The question haunts me,
everywhere the damage caused
when we don’t care.
Remotely, someone lies bleeding.
_______
From “I Don’t Really Care Do U?” by Karen Brennan & Cynthia Hogue
#Poetry #Poem #LitMag
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everywhere the damage caused
when we don’t care.
Remotely, someone lies bleeding.
_______
From “I Don’t Really Care Do U?” by Karen Brennan & Cynthia Hogue
#Poetry #Poem #LitMag
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Robert Ricardo Reese shares with us what it means to be a poet and a reader. Explore his contributions: 'A Poem Of Fallen Leaves,' 'He Draws Water, and 'Uri-ui Baram-gwa Uri-ui Si, or Our Wind and Our Poem,' in our latest edition.
#Poetry #Prose
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#Poetry #Prose
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July 9, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Robert Ricardo Reese shares with us what it means to be a poet and a reader. Explore his contributions: 'A Poem Of Fallen Leaves,' 'He Draws Water, and 'Uri-ui Baram-gwa Uri-ui Si, or Our Wind and Our Poem,' in our latest edition.
#Poetry #Prose
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#Poetry #Prose
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I am young and kneeling
in front of the blinking red light.
I can hear my heart banging
the way it always does
when I get home from school
and I am alone and it is blinking.
From 'Answering Machine, 1981'
by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
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in front of the blinking red light.
I can hear my heart banging
the way it always does
when I get home from school
and I am alone and it is blinking.
From 'Answering Machine, 1981'
by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
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July 5, 2025 at 4:20 AM
I am young and kneeling
in front of the blinking red light.
I can hear my heart banging
the way it always does
when I get home from school
and I am alone and it is blinking.
From 'Answering Machine, 1981'
by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
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in front of the blinking red light.
I can hear my heart banging
the way it always does
when I get home from school
and I am alone and it is blinking.
From 'Answering Machine, 1981'
by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
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We’ll live and die within this dusty womb,
animal, vegetable, and mineral
swirled into the same deep fund in any and all ways.
🎧“Anyway” is a collaborative poem-song born from shared reverence for the Great Salt Lake.
By Ben Gunsberg & Megan Simper
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animal, vegetable, and mineral
swirled into the same deep fund in any and all ways.
🎧“Anyway” is a collaborative poem-song born from shared reverence for the Great Salt Lake.
By Ben Gunsberg & Megan Simper
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
June 30, 2025 at 9:13 PM
We’ll live and die within this dusty womb,
animal, vegetable, and mineral
swirled into the same deep fund in any and all ways.
🎧“Anyway” is a collaborative poem-song born from shared reverence for the Great Salt Lake.
By Ben Gunsberg & Megan Simper
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...
animal, vegetable, and mineral
swirled into the same deep fund in any and all ways.
🎧“Anyway” is a collaborative poem-song born from shared reverence for the Great Salt Lake.
By Ben Gunsberg & Megan Simper
aboutplacejournal.org/issues/caref...