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August 13, 2016

After seeing Halsey at Agganis Arena

Black tees, nose rings,
Purple lipstick and cat eyes -
You all give us a place

At the table in future.
Put a young leader on the stage
To sing poetry that empowers

You to step up and be
The 51% who will make
The difference for all

People. We have been locked
In the kitchen for too long.
Denied the rights to our own

Castles. Denying desire,
Like that is some sort
Of trophy. No. Claim

Your sexuality. There is 
No shame. We have been
Burdened as keepers

Of the chaste. We have
Hope if you are with her -
An example of a woman,

Who has fought the whole
Time and all those three-pieces.

Wear a rainbow world 
Of pantsuits or a skirt,
Flats or heals. We will

Not judge your outfits
When you rise up 
To rule the world. 


http://www.greek-mythology-pantheon.com/artemis-diana-greek-goddess-of-mountains-forests-and-hunting/

This is Poem #147 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

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July 23, 2016

Colonial Theatre Keene, NH

Everyone in line has already
Paid their entrance monies.
Look out over them with ah. 
The confidence that the tickets

They have ordered via the phone,
Or, I suppose, the Internet,
Are waiting in a small envelope
Labeled with their names.

I mean anything could go 
Wrong. A slip of the notebook,
An invitation slid under the file cabinet,
The credit card that was rejected. 

All these should, but do not,
Shake the faith. 
Belief is a powerful weapon
To use on those who believe. 


This is Poem #127 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

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