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A Series of Waves: In Honor of Tina Turner, & in Memory of My Mother’s Love for Her
“I call you when I need you, my heart’s on fire/You come to me, come to me, wild and wired” blares from my mother’s speakers. She made it a point to have good speakers around, ones that were loud and crisp–if one set was out of commission, another set came along quick. Even between moving…
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Everywhere a Ceremony: Poems on Rituals
~ On a bathroom floor that is not my own, a silent wail– face red, split open like the drought of the earth drinking rain, veins of my neck and arms awakened pythons, water breaths through parted lips, open palms to sky I send: “All of me is aching,” and, “How do I manage this…
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Invocations, Love Letters, Perlocutionary Acts 