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Monthly Archives: February 2018
Changing direction
It’s been another heavy week, but amazingly, our little Kensington Indivisible group had a bake sale that raised $1,016 forPlanned Parenthood this weekend. In other news, I’ll be reading a week from Sunday (Mar 11) at Britt Marie’s on Solano … Continue reading
Another bullet poem
They are legion now, as are the bullets. This one from a moving anthology called Bullets into Bells (thoughtfully edited by Brian Clements, Alexandra Teague and Dean Rader), which combines poems with reactions from survivors of gun violence: The Bullet, in … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged alexandra teague, brian cle, bullets into bells, dean rader, in Its Hunger, Ross Gay, The Bullet
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Your Monday vitamin comes from Split this Rock
Split this Rock is an organization that posts a poem every week–they advertise as “poems of provocation and witness.” This one really caught my attention: Still Life with Bullets Orlando Jones, a black actor, douses himself in a bucket of … Continue reading
An essay or a prose poem?
This was listed as an essay in Five Points journal, but I think of it as a prose poem: What I Think About When Someone Uses “Pussy” as a Synonym for “Weak” At the deepest part of the deepest part, … Continue reading
The exemplary sentence
I’ve been reading a slim novel by Forrest Gander called A Friend. It’s a novel in three parts that closely parallels a real life event. The part told by the lover, Sarah, is made up of mostly one-line statements about … Continue reading
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Tagged a friend, C. D. wright, Farnk Stafford, forrest gander
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