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By Her Own Hand
Once faced with my own reflection
Like narcissus I was enthralled
hands around my own throat.
One of my few autobiographical poems.
April 26, 2013
The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…
The dream is still, / but the child is falling and slowly dying of sea cancer. // The Black man is wearing a red suit, his orange hat is laughing…
According to the Gremlins // Hanging off my earlobes / I cannot get it posted today / According to the Mother / It is proclaimed that I am…
It’s true // there are many / who live in a world / where every month is movember / they slip back and forth / between dimensions / on a…
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