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Grand Old Jack | Spelling it Out #1
What’s Grand Old Jack? I recently submitted my poem Grand Old Jack to citizen trans* project, which highlights trans and gender non-conforming people’s responses to living in These Unprecedented Times. This piece was first drafted in January, just before I became bedridden for a week and ended up writing a thicc multi-paragraph prose piece that…
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Duty Peels Off Sunk-Cost Fallacy
A potato skin curls in your spoon Her starch sisters wish her farewell An onion joins, the thick broth binds The chew is wet hide under tooth Each season present — Sage, savory thyme Peppered beef hunks Soaked sponge potato chunks Carroty currency lingers behind A mouthful of skin isn’t home The meat…
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A Love Letter from Frost, Sheldrake, Warbucks, and Associates
“Nothing gold can stay.” You might not want to shine anymore, and maybe your time is glint as gold. (I see this as a good thing.) Can’t regret the sunset when it winks away. Choose a new more useful than gold, more lasting, more substantial. “I wanna be soil.” Yes, and, allow yourself to change…
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to the Red-voter woman in the art class I model for:
You have no idea how happy I am. I don’t think you could understand why. I, as left as they come, and visibly queer You, staunch in your Midwestern motherhood Ideologically, we’re on altogether different playing fields But we meet in the same room — You, for education I, for money In mutual…
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