Most of the people I know are cone-shaped.
Always protruding.
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Poetry
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Mercy the Horse
Too prone to darkness
all my life I have asked for a task,
a purpose to survive me.
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My Arms Are Empty: A Song of Lamentation for Ahmaud Arbery
Our scars pulse with the rage that cannot sound
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The 2020 Foley Poetry Prize: with goats
the pregnant does, cinnamon, and monet, lie in private stalls,
receive their meals as reclining queens.
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The Nuns Who Wrote Poems
In the mid-20th century, several women religious were writing and publishing ambitious poetry.
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Poems for a Pandemic
Poetry is an attempt to say the unsayable, to capture what ultimately eludes.
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In the Wake of the Heartbeat Bills
Would you take your daughter there,
the unholiest there you guess
you could go?
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The Sand and the Stars
Well, I am shy of miracles
and shy of the talk of miracles.