Tag: poem
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Ten Tips + One Poem = Eleven Awesomes
I wrote one poem and ten tips for you, making eleven things to be excited about. Here are links!
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Poem at the Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review
I am really, really excited to tell you that a new poem of my very own has been published over at the Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review!
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By Hand
Anyway, this weekend I bought a multicolored twelve-pack of new pens, and you guys, I laid them out on the couch and rolled around in them. So freaking sexy.
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Poem in Stirring: A Literary Connection (it’s about David Bowie)
I’m honored to have a poem featured along with the likes of Sally Rosen Kindred and Micki Myers and a host of other fabulous humans. Please, go peruse!
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Merry Christmas to Me! A poem published at SOUND!
A poem of mine, called “Broad Strokes,” went up on Friday over at Sound Lit Mag, a publication on contemporary music-poetics, and I’m super-excited! This magazine is so smart it makes my ears hurt. And they published me! Squee! Please, do go read!
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Lily Myers: “Shrinking Women”
Oh. Em. Gee. To anyone who’s confused about the nuances of what feminists often call “male privilege,” check out this spoken word poem, “Shrinking Women,” by Lily Myers. This. It’s this. So much this.
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Insomnia: A Poemy Thing by Lynsey G
Insomnia It is difficult to hold anything when your bones are made of chalk, when each footstep upstairs jangles like a trumpet blast. Alone in the living room, I lengthen the house’s soft gurgles into the slavering maw of the monster in my shadow, biting its cuticles. In the bedroom, you breathe softly while I…
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Ode to the New York Subway
I wrote a long and totally over-the-top poetic ode to the New York subway system, you guys. It’s on Luna Luna Magazine. I kind of love it in the way I also love watching Interview with the Vampire. It’s filthy and there’s way too much lace, but damn. It tastes so good. A lil’ nibblet:…
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A Litany for Survival
I can’t believe I’ve never read this before. Mind = blown. For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking…