poetry
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Magnolia
Shhhh. – the wind When I die, bury me at Petit Jean. Fill my lungs with fresh-tilled earth and let the Arkansas rush through my ribs. I am a flower, strong and frail, a gardener tending to the soil of my heart. When I return from Hades, my soul will sprout again, blooming among the… Continue reading
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The Begotten One
If you want to be complete, go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor. Then you will have treasure in heaven. And come follow me. – Jesus, Matthew 19.21 (CEB) The pipes are frozen and the shelters are full as we gather in a squat to help deliver God into the… Continue reading
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Echogia
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections Language is a map of the interior, mirrored me-and-yous that echo out to form landscapes of meaning, intertwined matterings. Communication begins with perichoretic subjectobjects, exterioring the interior… Continue reading
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Womaning
Gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original; in fact, it is a kind of imitation that produces the very notion of the original as an effect and consequence of the imitation itself. – Judith Butler, Imitation & Gender Insubordination Prop. 1: I am a woman. O glory, the creative nothing.… Continue reading
