July 11, 2011 in Poem. I AM A NATURAL WONDER. I want to finger-bang my profile pic. See-thru has to be all new. About the space between my heart. But I just want to be invited to things. When conversations lull, Cecilia volunteers. Some sort of holiday lamé parade,. I enter the Paris of sleep. Fellow travelers will deign us. And we will roll together. June 27, 2011 in Poem.

Musings on poetry, pop culture, all things gay, and my life as I know it. He Do the Gay Man in Different Voices. Thursday, January 2, 2014. If you never challenge yourself, you often stay in the exact same place. All the negativity around resolutions often highlights how lazy so many people truly are.

Thanks for dropping by Metro Rhythm! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. Was raised in La Crosse, Wisconsin. She is an MFA candidate in poetry at Columbia University and was a 2012 finalist for the AWP Intro Journal Award. Laura currently freelances as an art critic and is the Poetr.

The further I plunged into the YouTube sphere, the more questions arose in my head. Why is there so much unfiltered crap that nobody wants to see? Why is there no proper archive or network that would make this investigation so much easier? Why does YouTube seem to be a site where only few writers and poets want to display there work? And who am I to judge. He is an established poet, who published his first book of poems called.

Our Books Are Better Than We Are. Hunt, Greenidge, Fu. March 2, 2017 in books. By Kaitlyn Greenidge, For Today I am a Boy. By Kim Fu, and Mr. I really liked all of them, but want to start with Mr. The book I read before Mr. Was For Today I am a Boy. We Love You, Charlie Freeman.

In his new book, Matthew Dickman confronts a world in which God is everywhere and nowhere. Randall Horton thinks about the ways we trap ourselves and others in boxes. From the current issue of. Cardi B Tells Me about Myself. Dear Frustrated in Flatbush,.

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Monday, November 7, 2011. Tonight I wrote out of rage. Beginning to clear the brush out of the way of my fire. I need cold, hard, wet boughs. So much arrogant timbre to reduce to ash.