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Saturday, Sept 15: Brooklyn Ladies Text-based Salon | The Drink
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228 Manhattan Ave, Brooklyn, NY. Beer & Cider. Wine, Sherry, Brandy & Port. Saturday, Sept 15: Brooklyn Ladies Text-based Salon. September 13, 2012. Legacy Russell, For You, Mein Mixtape / SIDE A: Plath Promised - Every Woman Adores A Facist, Mixed Media, Dimensions variable, 2010. What:Brooklyn Ladies Text-based Salon. When: Saturday, Sept 15th. Time: 3 – 6 pm. Please join us on Saturday Sept. 15th from 3-6P for the Sept. Brooklyn Ladies Text-Based Salon. All welcome. Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn.
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Poetry Room: Red Dust
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Wednesday, July 1, 2009. Cleaning day Friday and vacuum. Cleaning day Friday and vacuum bag plump. Red Sahara dust blown Sahara dust blown clear. Across the Atlantic Africa wafting in our windows. Silt ghosts settling on our couches our shoulders table tops. Silt ghosts like flurries in our tracheas our lungs bags. Plump with red Sahara dust blown clear across. The Atlantic the blue wet grave of the dead. Mummy’s ancient broom choked with.
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Poetry Room: This Camel's Back
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Wednesday, July 1, 2009. On the murder of Sean Bell. Unconcerned with the needle. In the haystack, and the pot. At the ass end of rainbows. No crusade for the magic. Stick, or godmother's wand. Today we ponder the proverbial. We have been journeying. This desert for days. Singing from livid hoses;. In the distance, cacti. By day we are candles. Burning at both ends;. At night we shiver like astronauts. In our measley tents. Somehow it does too;.
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Poetry Room: Jezebel's Song
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Monday, October 25, 2010. Like flies under Saturday. Jezebel always wore the same. Pantyhose to mass—the jet black ones. With control top and run. No wife’s perfume matched her. Hard ons in folds of robes;. My face into her paisley hip. At men with her left eye. Their wives with her right. Then kissed their babies. Lips cool ocean floors. Secrets sleeping on her. Taste buds like peppermints. How yuh letters, gyul she asked. Once she stuck out.
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Poetry Room: House of the Rising Daughter
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Friday, July 3, 2009. House of the Rising Daughter. House of the Rising Daughter. Give thanks to your mansion. Of a mama in that cold square room. The push and pull of breath. That brought you round the bend. On the shores of our regret. We celebrate you angel—. The future needs you. To star in its story. Your face a rising sun clotted. With beauty’s blood—your first. Glass ceiling so perfectly shattered. Watch how you pounce the horizon—.
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Poetry Room: Frogs and Bees
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Monday, October 25, 2010. When I see a jar of tomato sauce, I smell Mummy’s garden. Bees in our glass canisters with holes punched into the lids. So they wouldn’t. Suffocate like us in the house that summer we behaved. Like imps in church. So Mummy made us do jigsaw puzzles of oars and penguins. The bees, armed with our glass rotundas, faces ripped off,. Of pulpy tomato innards now oozing from the garbage bag. At the lip of death,. To see the look.
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Poetry Room: Ode to a Killer Whale
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Monday, October 25, 2010. Ode to a Killer Whale. Ode to a Killer Whale. From the perspective of Kunta Kinte. Black boy, with a name. And a plight like that. You may as well claim. African. No matter. You into the black waters. Of Iceland where you learned. To hunt from top rung,. Hundred miles on a day’s. Time to frolic in the sun. Light shining down on the deep. Sea diver’s sole delight-. Some white boy locker. Brother had I known. In us each tha...
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Origin Story | A Consequence of Hypoglycemia.
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A Consequence of Hypoglycemia. What good is an incurable disease if you can’t share it with the rest of the world. Every superhero has an origin story right? Why can’t I be any different? This story starts over a year before the fun really begins, so to put my diagnosis in proper context we’ll need to take a ride in the Way-Back Machine ( cue the angelic harp sound effect. Like a fiend. And I would wake up at least twice a night to go to the bathroom. Say it with me: shoulder shrug. So I’ve settled...
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Poetry Room
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Poems by Samantha Thornhill published online or in print. Friday, January 4, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Photo by Peter Dressel. Poetry in Unexpected Places.
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