Category: Poems
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The thing about May
in PoemsIf you randomly hate a month, is it personal or political? But personal is political. Is it environmental or societal? But what is society without its surroundings? Fickleness. Restlessness. Uncertainty.
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Witch hunt
in Poems*Chop. Swish. Crunch.*Young women giggled while cooking withingredients I bought when the sky was still dark,a thirty-minute ride to the market, hopingI got invited to play house—instead of catching nasty glancesfor not knowing how to handle knives. *Blub. Plop. Sizzle.*I mopped the floor twice a day because maybeI’d get to know what you whispered about,and…
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Girls and Women
in PoemsA belated acrostic elegy for Alice Munro, her literary contribution and an ironic – or perhaps hinted – legacy surfaced posthumously.


