Category: history
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Burnt incense
No one wraps the news with a rubber band throws it up on your porch to read at leisure anymore Talking heads deliver it hurled in sound bites – abusive verbal beatings I receive mine from my news feed refuse to be yelled at by the properly coiffed and groomed Sitting on the porch reading…
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Alexander the Dead
Alexander lies abandoned no Bucephalus or Hephaestion golden shield, sword or lion cape Once he was the chosen one blood and gore – spoils of war rally the troops, the rabble and hangers on He died of a malarial fever his corpse a tourist attraction at the mouth of the Nile Now he lies in…
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Lot’s wife
(Sometimes, the patriarchy makes you ashamed to be a man) To the woman scripture does not name who cared enough to look back they still preach your story as a cautionary tale of a disobedient wife who cared enough to gaze back at what was lost No one judges your husband a father who offered…
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fireside
Late last night, after two days of rain a friend came by to build a fire and talk around your new fire pit Wet wood won’t burn so you add charcoal fluid paper scraps and old cardboard Hoping a fire will catch and burn water and sap sizzle and pop flames dance and smoke rise…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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