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Dhamma Vicaya f/ Jamadhi VersePrayers leave your feet / With every step in front of you, / A rising sun made kaleidoscope

Song of First SunriseGreat Spirit, we know we are again on the trails You / have laid out for us, and we extend You permission if we / go off on our own ways again to do what is needed to

Being YourselfYou are dangerous / when you refuse / to perform

Connections in Infraredexhibitionist and ****** are linked by common need. / the people of outer, inner Los Angeles live in houses with huge windows; they cruise one another insolently, unafraid of being watched as they watch; privacy is meaningless—there is only the sexiness of endless scrutiny and quick encounter. / he feels the heat, the balance between absorbed and emitted. the camera captures the changing blood flow in her skin. she scatters and absorbs far less than him.

@Carlo-C-Gomez4

Sunshinenavigates / through hedges, lilacs, and greens, / creates

@EvelynYiningChen25

His Very Own Prayer (2014)Lord: / no bequest requested. / no grant, no teach,

@nat-lipstadt169

doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.“doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.” / Caitlyn Flanagan* / <>

@nat-lipstadt67

Cast No ShadowI don’t walk toward death. / I walk toward my fellas' needs, / Toward the kids in their beds,

Why Math?why me? / of all the subjects, / why me?

Building An Empire: A Poet's ProcessFirst, I claim my land and choose my artillery for / Paper and for pen. / Before going into battle, my men are prepped with

@racquel-davis10

Star Light, Star Bright...First star I see tonight— / not with eyes, but with the soul's aching lid / half-lowered in the hush of dusk.

The Version of Me That Doesn't Perform⭐THE UNPOLISHED SEASON — Poem X (final poem) / I woke up this morning / without the version of myself

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DreamsThe very second / we wake from them, / they can be so very, very

The Day the Mountains MovedOne morning, / The mountains resigned. / They handed in their notice

Palimpsest with Fire-Bombing TeethHe finds her work the way a cut finds salt— / by accident, by hunger, by the old compass that turns toward ache. / He sits with the pixeled book open like a door blown inland by weather,

By the Wire to the Contagious HouseholdIt is spring. / that is to say / another season tries to begin

THE HEART LONGSমন যায় (TITLE) / মন যায় তোমাক আকৌ এবাৰ চাবলৈ, / মন যায় তোমাক কাষত পাবলৈ,

@Blue-Sapphire18

EyesEndless depths in a naked reality / Crafted from the glass of the Milky Way / So that a brush of sunlight could sweep them away

In Another LifeIt was not a meeting... / not in the way the world counts meetings, / with names exchanged

When You Leave Letters For Each Other Inside The Apartment**Dear Taliia,** / Comrades making hundreds of crazy / TikTok dance videos in the forest

passing throughin a sense i am within everything / and everything is within me / like gurgling water, fearless smoke, greetings wrapped in the sky’s words

Empathy's deadLast week I read / A sign that said / "Empathy's dead"

@PeterGerstenmaier15

The Things I Am NotI am not the things that have happened to me. / Let those words stand like a cup on the table, / plain, chipped, steadfast ...

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