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Poetry, Prayer, and Time

I came to both poetry and prayer relatively late in life, and lately I can’t think of one without the other

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“KILL!”

my introduction to violence through stories from scripture

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SOILS AND SPIRIT: Into That Ruptured Place

release all hierarchies of being

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A Brief Earth Meditation (to help us begin our inner revolution)

A brief earth meditation to help us begin our inner revolution:

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Basement Apartment and The Gulf of Gulfs

it’s winter now, not rainy season

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A Prayer for this Planet

what would you give up to get back to the garden?

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parc prayer

to make a kind of sanctuary for smut

Qween Jean, Organizers for NYC Youth 4 Trans Rights and the action’s ASL interpreter are surrounded by members of the press and participants in the Trans Day of Visibility Rally in Washington Square Park on March 31, 2025. (Photo by Author)

From the arising of this, that arises: Transcendent Tributaries from the Imperium of the Many

A pivot away from salvation and toward liberation.

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In Circulation

god gave me a dollar

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Heartbreak for butter thieves

the snack of all fates

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A Monarch Butterfly Won’t Witness Its Wings

praise to my lips & hips & folds

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That secret place in between heaven and earth.

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Field Trip to the Whitney 

– after Howardena Pindell’s Autobiography: Water/Ancestors/Middle Passage/Family Ghosts (1988) 

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Two
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Graciella Ye’Tsunami

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The Worship of Strange Things

Editor Elizabeth Spenst on week 3 of Poetry & Planet

TWENTY FOUR YEARS LATER

Twenty Four Years Later

I should be allowed to keep you

RITUALS

Rituals

do you think god has obsessive compulsive disorder?

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Poetry, Prayer, and Violence

Nobody told me god would protect me