Tag: poetry
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Dirt Dance
And when I return to the soil—to dance barefoot in the sun, to play in the trees, to feel the wind tangle my hair—my nervous system exhales. My immune system strengthens. My soul remembers.
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Counting Small-Boned Bodies: A Poetic Protest
An after poem, reflection, and collages based on Robert Bly’s poem Counting Small Boned Bodies.
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deep blue
There is a deep A deep blue in my soul It’s almost black And sticky like a resin It’s in the cavity behind my ribcage And in the organs of my belly This sap This resin Cries often Tears of tar From years of war Years of fracking this polluted landscape Within in me is…
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