How to Make Round Rotis

CW: Abuse

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Three Poems

Anxiety

Don’t Eat That

I Swallowed Tears for You

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In Praise of the Deepest Winter

smoke whirls in the air, great swaths of grey

snatched up in the sharp winter sun, the chilled wind

clawing its way across the brick exterior of the bar

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The Door | My Ancestors Cries

I walk toward I step through the door—

the door.

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Conservation of Momentum

I know it's a sexist thing to say, but women

aren't as good at making music as men…

–Julie Birchill, former NME journalist and author

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To Silence –From Defiance

The silent slip of

My tongue over the

Glassy roof of my

Mouth caught

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New Name

Let this halted journey have nothing in common with who you are, who you dare.

It happens, every accident, in slow motion; your past finding a full stop.

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Next | Survival

First the toes seize up. We triple in size. Cower behind our blue ox. We fasten our fingers over

our mouths so that they may not find us by our breathing.

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Her Body A Temple

Mirrors stretch ceiling to floor only

wall decor her own body black-legginged

taut white tank top torso-molded

action figure ready to raise iron

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Three Poems

By Israeli-born poet Lee Broda

Acre, Israel

Last Time I Checked, I Was Still an Israeli

My Aleppian Legacy

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He Promises Tomorrow

I try to show him

what it means to touch me

He promises tomorrow,

but tomorrow never comes.

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The Do's and Don'ts | Love If Only

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
–Zora Neale Hurston

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Imagination's Gift

The zigzag on the Rorschach test

Looked like a zebra --

It was black and white

And sprouted coltish legs.

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To Love A Mermaid

To love a mermaid means to find algae on your shoes. To forgive the smell of seaweed, become averse to sushi, and stop calling your period “shark week”.

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Step into the unknown, exploration of Deering Mangroves

Surges of energy rush through my body and captivate my mind

Time stands still as I walk into this other world

The morning sun peeks through the brilliant green canopy

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Bird | Recipe for Eggshells

I escape to Yorkshire

try to fathom endearing terms

like love and duck

meant with genuine compassion

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sonnet love affair

I first fell out of love in seventh grade:

130, read out loud, line by line.

This poet could demean and bitch and whine

then call it love.

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She Wakes

She wakes each

morning to song,

willing to let the rain

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One Night You Grew Silent

You said you wanted me

when you turned to face the lamppost.

The snowflakes caught your eyelashes

on the last languid Christmas.

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The Wholly Chalice

I am not sure when or how it all happened,

But lately, my vagina has seemed like a beautiful chalice.

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