Collective Unrest

 

Trump Baby I and II

August 1, 2018

CHICKEN BOT is an unknown artist who lives in an alternative reality with five taxidermist squirrels, a small bonsai named Steve and a group of potted plants who whisper life’s secrets to her each morning. In real life, Chicken Bot is a plain woman in Australia with a bicycle and an appetite for disaster.

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Work Walk Run

Introduction: I teach English to refugees from Laos, Cambodia, Bhutan, Afghanistan, Iraq, Congo and Syria. Verb Practice: Work, Walk Run is part of a series of vignettes, prose poems, essays and sketches called "Mysteries of English Class." They draw from stories by…
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Taste the Edge

“Taste the edge and return to the middle. Taste the edge and return to the middle. Weapons mean nothing against the spirit.” Sam Pink is an author and artist. You can find him on Twitter @sampinkisalive and Instagram @sam_pink_art.
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only read from exodus

we've cradled enuff bodies of men we love bleeding out onto uncaring streets learned to roll my hair with funeral programs climbed into sheets that may shroud my children black rituals. emmit till was my peter rabbit. my mama only…
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Why Edward Kennedy was forgiven for the time he drove his oldsmobile into a pond

(after Richard Krech)   The poppies that they gather only grow in blood soaked soil under dark mountain ranges. Every thing crumbles under the weight of these white washed walls and burned history books. No one remembers the call girl’s…
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Three Poems

Phosphorescence Sisters One reached down to the other, both broken and twisted But this was before the waters came Atop a roof they shouted Over the storm Pulling one another to new heights, escaping Temporarily Never permanent But each time…
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Before @realDonaldTrump, I Used to Sing of Promise

One morning when I needed to shake the silence in my bones, I slipped out before sunrise and found the song I used to sing sitting on the ground by the dog’s favorite lamppost. I lifted it up and felt…
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