Until it Actually Happens

A collection of my poetry and writings

[thepregnantmyth]

#12.16

Affect Authentic Assessment Authority and power, expression of Black teachers, see also Teachers Care for children Clay Coddling Construct Cultural mismatches Culture of power Ear plugs, using “give me five” strategy History texts Human teachers vs. computers “I can’t” statements from teachers Invisibility problem Oral expression, interrupting the speaker Racial bias, well-meaning distortions Readiness, defined Sameness vs. shared paradigm of School, wounded by Speaking for someone else Struggling, buying time for “Yes, but…”

[thepregnantmyth]

#11.16

muffled heat and a tree with more stories in afterlife surrounded by friends who know friends’ subtle secrets posted, stitched to sleeves, sticky soles planted where you stepped and stumbled over a menu of foreign flavors

Forgive me, I thought you cared

[thepregnantmyth]

#10.16

Pretty please, Good woman, Separate the blood, milk, and honey in our town Talk peace one day and map the cold

[thepregnantmyth]

#9.16

There are lines On my legs which winter hides Don’t ask me from where they come Don’t ask me when they will end They are lines: infinite

[thepregnantmyth]

#8.16

Velvet to touch, chocolate to smell Day opened turning your pink to white then starlike starlight made a dewy tear appear and with your waxy leaves watching I took a bite

[thepregnantmyth]

#8.16

Seeing yourself in nature and thinking: I was a late bloomer Coming back from the cold more beautiful and more full than before

[thepregnantmyth]

#7.16

Near a sorry ceiling and the wall beside your bed above broken ceramic and a failed garden– Where I found my center Pairs of legs staged center Twisting then parallel, unmade a bed untouched a garden: Your mother’s nightmare garden Front and center where lucid lusting sent her this garden bed

[thepregnantmyth]

#6.16

Fill my tightening throat with plain white rice to stifle tears Fill my spongy head with plain white lies to stifle fears

[thepregnantmyth]

#5.16

I called you something when you weren't looking: mine a sour diamond divine and when I craved a smile to suck Golden, glittery greed Thief of light with light to blind Carved a dungeon and left your rind

[thepregnantmyth]

#4.16

Fall in love in pairs Saddle each month with chances to breathe Two skinny and too pale First kisses gone stale Now April Old and strange An unending exhale

[thepregnantmyth]

#3.16

When you died, I did not know much beyond: you were gone. Your love still covers me at night.

[thepregnantmyth]

#2.16

giant baby with hands like clay combing my sweat soaked hair or magnets for sweets finger features foreign yet familiar for we three smile stolen and forgiven baby, you are me

[thepregnantmyth]

#1.16

All of us at once Three lines scream Today we are here

[thepregnantmyth]

#21.15

like nature images answer place immediacy carries us and betrays the linear sentimental, melancholy evidence essential and particular suffers in vain, in purity

Erasure poem using a page from Karsten Harries’s The Meaning of Modern Art

[thepregnantmyth]

#20.15

Closure is a myth You kissed me and forced goodbyes saying nothing at all

[thepregnantmyth]

[thepregnantmyth]

#19.15

we cage our climaxes, collapses, and cries survival surmised with censorship and lies