#alex dang!

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Alex Dang! - "Letters To My Father (by Ash Ketchum)"

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@wordsoftakumi poem “Unapology” on Write About Now. His book, “Are You Proud of Me?” is available on Amazon. 

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Alex Dang! doing it big on the stage. His second collection is available on Amazon.

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Alex Dang’s new book is available for pre-order here. 

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This is how I wrecking ball This is how I ocean.

Havoc, by Alex Dang!

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I am sorry I tried calling you that one time when I was drunk off lonely and whiskey and Four Loko. It’s just that your hands were so good at keeping me together. My body still sometimes collapses into the shape of your mouth. I am such a soft, malleable thing, and it has taken me too long to realize that you are also this. More important, that you are more than my memories. That you exist free and independent of my life. That my idea of you that crosses my empty highway mind is not you. And with this, I am so sorry for all the nights I tried to split your heart open just so I had a place to rest. I did not understand how you were no longer me anymore, how the you I had in me was a postcard and not the city. Forgive the fury, the angry prayers tossed towards the dark of my 3AM ceiling that were meant for your neck. You were asleep that night where we started to break, and my skin felt taut and sunburned, so red and wanting to scream, but Cassidy told me that it makes sense why this was so frustrating. The rusting of four years should make me mad. It meant I cared. And I still do. And I still get the urge to hollow my arms so you can fit better, you this new person who has grown and loved and spilled over into a newer night. I forget so often that I can’t carry you like I once did, and that you don’t know how to hold me anymore. Even now, I’m still apologizing.

Alex Dang!, in which the poet tries to apologize again

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“There’s going to be a thunderstorm this Saturday. I heard it’s going to rain buckets. They told me to buy sandbags. My neighbors are buying boats. Their families are decked in rubber yellow jackets. I decided to buy cookie dough. I bought a new swimsuit. I put floaties on my car. When Saturday comes, I’ll drive on over to your house with a basket in one hand and an intertube in the other. For every lightning crack I’ll kiss your smile. For every thunder boom I’ll try to make you laugh. For every inch that falls is an hour we get to spend in bed. And when we hear the rain die down and see the moonlight reflect off the flooded streets I’ll climb up to your roof and dive into the water, swim over to my car and drive it to shore. I’ll pop open the trunk and take out the sandbags and pour it over the shingles. I’ll reach in the basket and pull out a blanket. We’ll light fireworks. We’ll light fireworks. There’s going to be a thunderstorm this Saturday.” — What Are You Doing This Weekend? by Alex Dang!