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I walked down the avenue of obscenity, of unspeakable wealth, store window displays glazed with million-dollar baubles for women waltzing by in shoes of gold, bandaged faces newly contoured by plastic...

Imagine being free from technology Listening to wind borne symphonies And the silence of shadows Listen.   Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...

Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

Surprisingly dominant the hard world — flags and batons, limos and air-conditioners, mounted mooseheads, bullets. Our soft bodyshells must conform or be shed. Yet the totems within our heads are not lampposts without lamps. Nothing the...

and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories  twisted backward, embers of a life  retreating back to the earth  with thoughts, evolved  to die  an ego, regressed,...

One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime— From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...

The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s maskby a...

I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...

Face it, we’re wind From womb to the blue prom. Remember me licking Cream off your belly? I swing soft breasts Over the bones of the forgotten. Creation and death Harbor...

Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul        everything we see was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...

Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...

Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb craters.Where did...