looking up

Today, my color is blue like the part of the flame that knows how to stay, like the mirror glint shaken off the magpie’s shoulders to refill to the sun. Bursted plum-blue like the rough-kissed feet of a ballerina as she glides and bends in a smock of white feather and perfect stretch. You could […]

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lose & Find

I’ll leave all the hip crunching,and the drums in my head,and the days that I couldn’t–or wouldn’t– leave bed.I’ll leave worry that loved ones,when out of sight, die,and half the self-doubtingthat snuck in on the sly. I’ll find jumping, and dumplings,more rhymes and more excess,and cute braids in my hair,and more days in my dresses.I’ll […]

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some people’s mornings

Sometimes I wonder if anyone who really loves the quiet of morning has ever stayed awake through the night. Or if we just have different quiets, different mornings, different nights. Sometimes I wonder if everyone is really living in an alternative universe and we just occasionally bump into each other. We’d be kinder to each […]

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hush lil freeway

Your eyes are weary, little city, hospital beds so heavy. Shutter. Shutter brief. There is no need for a long sleep. Your smooth freeways will not wrinkle before you awaken. Your tallest palms will not bald before you open again. It will be soon, so soon. Shutter, shutter. Let the ocean fog tap on the […]

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my prime directives

This post is based on one that Steven posted about a week ago, titled the same. As he says in his post, which you should definitely read because it’s funny and thoughtful, we all have rules we follow to get along in society, but we generally have rules that we use to just… get along […]

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endangered

Once there was a panda, and he was attacked by a leopard. A much beloved shepherdess came to his aid, and though he survived, she did not. The pandas came to her funeral with armbands of ash on their all-white fur, but as they sobbed and hugged, and rubbed tears from their eyes, and covered […]

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poem: where i’m from

I put together this “Where I’m From” poem, based on a poem of the same name by George Ella Lyon. There’s a bunch of versions of this template, but I made this one specifically for the youth justice work I do. It’s a simple project– designed to be something you can phone in, or something […]

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prepositions of pain

You don’t always live with it. Sometimes you tuck it under the bed with all the other monsters, and fall asleep. Or you bury it six feet under the ground with other beautiful leaves that have turned to crunch. You cover it with dirt, and then sand, and then more sand. You sit on the […]

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