Category: Reblog

The Underbelly of This Seam

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Robert has such a way with words. I love reading what he has to offer the WordPress community. I cannot imagine anyone not following him, but if you are a fan of in-depth and insightful poetry, you truly should check him out.

The Underbelly of This Seam Slides beneath your gaze, unnoticed, but the joining satisfies that particular urge, combining two separates into one whole, creating this new piece. I thumb the string on every fourth beat, anchor the cloth, pull it taut, and stitch. What better material than air and silence? Yesterday’s tune, tomorrow’s silk? […]

The Underbelly of This Seam

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spaghetti strap-sized scoldinggirls used to get sent home fortheir sunburnt shoulders why would we make it so easy to oglewhy would we make it so worth looking at how often were we taught thatsomeone else’s wandering gazewas our fault

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If you’re not reading Elle, perhaps you should be. This poem is a gut-punch and will remain with me for quite some time.

Let it marinate. It’ll stick with you too.

Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem

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my blood can’t handle any more apologies, insistence on the right to celebrate genocide…

Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem

A poem by the lovely Jennifer Patino. Let it sink in. Allow it to marinate for a moment in your bones. However you spend this day, I hope you do it safely and with more awareness than you should probably have.

Please go to the original poem to “like” and “comment.” Her words deserve that. Peace and blessings.

lady in white

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Sometimes, a piece of poetry hits you ever so subtly right in the gut. Devika Mathur’s words do that often. Please visit the original poem to like and comment as well.

I know of a lady in whitewith a mouth full of promises,spreading a nocturnal path of flowers,like a longed kiss above the eye,a lady that slips in my chest,within the small rim of my fist,a sniff so wild, a mouth that dwells on mountains moist.a lady with a potato peel,with cardigans and wool on […]

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Black Apple

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Are you eating? The taste may be blood or bread or poison. A poison as another word for kindness.It is of a kind that when counted under fingersleaves the empty bellyfull, leading the tongue from sand.Kneading the open throat till dry,the hunger, to drown. Are you eaten? Do you feed the walls,the walls that, in […]

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You’ll be happy you visited. Trust me. His work in unique and powerful.