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e=
Read more : e=e= by Carmen H Gray What shall I write today? I asked When e= were the two keys my fumbling fingers Had accidentally pressed into the keyboard I looked at those symbols That took up empty space Energy equals mass Even when that mass is deathly quiet The resistance used or wound up tight Every…
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Boxes
Read more: BoxesBoxes by Carmen H Gray I sifted through old things in boxes today A positive pregnancy test A dress she wore when she was 6 Her port from the chemotherapy Letters upon letters: “you will kick cancer’s ass” “This sea glass reflects a light in you” “Can I please have a bunny, mom? I want…
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Motherhood
Read more: MotherhoodMotherhood by Carmen H Gray Spots of blood that were a scare I was full of milk and longing For sustaining little lives belonging In all of those early sunshine days Of playfulness Of exhaustion, too And the middle years Became filled with tears and cuts The broken hearts The diagnoses of the starts of…
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Left
Read more: LeftLeft by Carmen H Gray What’s left? In the hemispheres of life Where everything has been divided The kid glove of yesterday And rosemary scented concoctions The sticky spices of today Stewing in tomorrow’s brew What’s left? When the pitty pats and tippy toes Have left their well worn socks In the corners of your…
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An Element of Blank
Read more: An Element of Blank“Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself— Its Infinite Contain Its Past—enlightened to perceive New Periods—of Pain.”-Emily Dickinson An Element of Blank by Carmen H Gray I am enlightened to perceive An Element of Blank Meaning, I…
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Conversation
Read more: ConversationConversation by Carmen H Gray “I want what she has” Said air to the water Making and breaking bonds So easily I will absorb you And change you But water said, “I will be a heavy burden to you” As it dripped back down again And air sighed its flighty sigh
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Tiny Golden Slippers
Read more: Tiny Golden Slippers“Yo no quiero que a mi niña la vayan a hacer princesa. Con zapatitos de oro ¿cómo juega en las praderas?”-de Miedo por Gabriela Mistral “I don’t want them to turn my little girl into a princess. In tiny little gold slippers, how could she play in the meadow?”-from Fear by Gabriela Mistral Tiny Golden…
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Pieces of Her
Read more: Pieces of Her“Arrange whatever pieces come your way”-Virginia Woolf Pieces of Her by Carmen H Gray She wept And each Salt-filled drip Contained pieces of her A uniquely composed Momentary release Of cells on the verge of Elapsed time Recalling an ending Opening the space For the conception Of pieces of her Arranged by her With her…
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Smash
Read more: Smash“She’s got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.” ―Kate Chopin, The Awakening Smash by Carmen H Gray Pretty goes south You need that face And that pouty mouth To win the winsome Fuck that noise I don’t care If you stare I don’t care If you think…