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A visit from an old friend, also blue, made this possible. #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

Simply Necrotic, by yours truly #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

Fiscally, war is expensive. But do we simultaneously consider 'the human cost of war'? John Kerry coined this resonant phrase. #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

Pulled this from underneath my dresser: unbound writing notebook from middle and high school, before #notyours became a feminist colloqualism.

#notyours

Please, formerly The Snow Will. I am revisiting a bunch of old work in preparation for #nationalpoetrymonth

#nationalpoetrymonth

Fever, toma corriente 3/13/16 #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

Fever, toma corriente 3/13/16

What is the price of pretty? Ask yourself. This is a sister piece to 'applause' #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

The world is watching as i fuck to applause.

It's that time of year again. Stay tuned for new #poetry #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #words #poetess #writing #poem #poemsofig #writersofig #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poetryofig #instapoet #creativewriting #poetryclub #instapoem #poet #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #literature

The bud was spread To show the rose Our saviour smiled The bud was closed. My heart is sick today. It is from within the trenches of grief that i share this work, which was both catalyst and confirmation of my path as poet. For me, #poetry has always been a source of healing; however, grief is not often articulate. With time, if one is patient, the words to encapsulate or evoke the very personal experience of loss can be found. My purpose in writing is this: to ensnare the cruelty and complexity of suffering and mount it above the fireplace. It is not a trophy, it is a scar, and scars are hardly shameful. Scars prove that you made it through. The persistence of the human spirit is truly miraculous. Religious connotations of the word 'miracle' aside, it acts as contrast to the stark reality that our existence on this earth is only a fleeting moment within the backdrop of time, enduring and merciless. Death only temporarily punctuates, with commas but mostly crying. Remembrance is vital. Life is precious. We must not lose sight of these facts when we experience loss of any magnitude. The diatribe ends now. The brief period for which i knew you has similarly concluded, and it stings harder than all the wasps or broken glass in the world ever could. Miss Lily, you are the patron saint of kindness, of selflessness, and your absence, though new, will haunt all of those who knew you. I know that it will haunt me. It's not fair, and it seems impossible. Goodbye, sweet soul.

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