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18/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort anthony joseph BREATH

BR EAT H When I hear my father dead, I flew ten hours into the sun. Next morning, I put black on. Waistcoat, white shirt, soft pants, the new brown half-brogues. The deep brakes of the rental car were unsuitable for islands Every time I fall asleep I driving off the road, And when that casket was flung open in the chapel I was not prepared for what I saw. Outside, the sun continued lancing the galvanise, and the San Juan River to run towards the south There was no wind, no breath in that hot time, besides the warm air above my father's mouth.
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15/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort Ologoudou's VESPERS

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aaiiiiyye, yall thought i was slippin, hunh? — but i aint forgot... my #DaysLate#DollarsShort##SealeyChallenge is finna recommence, quick-fast & in a hurry... or... or is it just "quick, fast, & in a hurry"?!? we always said it as "quick-fast" but, either way... WHATEV! poems 16-30 comin up.

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1/30 first up on my #DaysLate #DollarsShort #SealeyChallenge is perhaps my favorite poem of all time, Lucille Clifton's non-titled poem, If I Stand In My Window

if i stand in my window naked in my own house and press my breasts against my windowpane like black birds pushing against glass because i am somebody in a New Thing and if the man come to stop me in my own house naked in my own window saying i have offended him i have offended his Gods let him watch my black body push against my own glass let him discover self let him run naked through the streets crying praying in tongues
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11/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort#SealeyChallenge constance merritt CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE

Civil Disobedience At the Intersection of Independence Avenue and Capitol Plaza Southeast The first time I got arrested I felt free and powerful like one bad-azzed traffic officer disobeyer especially as I stood there hands cuffed behind my back trying to chat up the young black cop who couldn't risk telling me his name though I was friendly and asked 3 times and wouldn't let go of my arm as if he thought I had some place to go, as ifI hadn't set the scene in motion, hadn't left him no choice, forced him to arrest me. And they could take away my belt, my shoelaces, my diamond earring, and keep me bound one wrist to the wall cold and by myself for hours but what has any of that to do with freedom?
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10/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort marianne worthington ON SEEING A LETTER PATSY CLINE WROTE TO NUDIE THE TAILOR i'll be back this afternoon with 10 more, then finish with another 10 tonight...

On Seeing a Letter Patsy Cline Wrote to Nudie the Tailor Her handwriting sways like a song in dull pencil on dime store tablet paper. The rodeo tailor's name is misspelled but other details are exact: her bust measurements, her waist, her hips. A real woman's shape will swing toward the microphone, in the silver cape lined in red satin she's asking the tailor to make. Yearning and ache will glitter her voice as a flash comes. She remembers the red cowgirl suit sewn by her mother, wagon wheels and rhinestones burden the hem. The tailor receives her letter as the wreckage smolders nose-first in the murky woods. How long will it take you? she asks the tailor. Forever we search for the spangle and sequin Forever we follow her calligraphed tones.
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7/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort kamilah aisha moon MERCY BEACH

MERCY BEACH Stony trails of jagged beauty rise like stretch marks streaking sand-hips All the Earth has borne beguiles us & battered bodies build our acres. Babes that sleep in hewn rock cradles learn to bear the hardness coming, Tough grace forged in tender bones- may this serve & bless them well. They grow & break grief into islands of sun-baked stone submerged in salt kisses, worn down by the ocean's ardor relentless as any strong loving. May they find caresses that abolish pain. Like Earth, they brandish wounds of gold!
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4/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort mina loy O HELL

0 HELL To clear the drifts of spring Of our forebears' excrements And bury the subconscious archives Under unaffected flowers Indeed- Our person is a covered entrance to infinity Choked with the tatters of tradition Goddesses and Young Gods Caress the sanctity of Adolescence In the shaft to the sun
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3/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort Nikky Finney ASSAM

Assam Old Black woman heavyweight body conscious now after years of swinging wide chocolate wings below her waist wedged now into the surf for good her treasures sunk in the sane of selfconsciousness From here she watches more than moves these days I walk by noticing how things still pull to her how even the uncalled water comes calling knocking softly bubbling about her flat out thighs the wet salt wanting in
Her fingers disobey the rest of her and climb down they turn into years of summer grandchildren running from the chasing water straight into her netted arms She sits there dripping half in half out the sea a tea bag full of black uncut leaves without you I whisper the world is plain tap water
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2/30 #DaysLate#DollarsShort i am but a shadow of the spirits that Ishmael Reed is secretary to... I Am A Cowboy In The Boat Of Ra remains the single most inspirational poem to me

I am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra The devil must be forced to reveal any such physical evil (potions, charms, fetishes, etc.) still outside the body and these must be burned. (Rituale Romanum, published 1947, endorsed by the coat-of-arms and introductory letter from Francis cardinal Spellman) I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra, sidewinders in the saloons of fools bit my forehead like O the untrustworthiness of Egyptologists who do not know their trips. Who was that dog-faced man? they asked, the day I rode from town School marms with halitosis cannot see the Nefertiti fake chipped on the run by slick germans, the hawk behind Sonny Rollins' head or the ritual beard of his axe; a longhorn winding its bells thru the Field of Reeds. I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. I bedded down with Isis, Lady of the Boogaloo, dove down deep in her horny, stuck up her Wells-F ar-ago in daring midday getaway. Start grabbing the blue, I said from top of my double crown
I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Ezzard Charles of the Chisholm Trail. Took up the bass but they blew off my thumb. Alchemist in ringmanship but a sucker for the right cross am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Vamoosed from the temple i bide my time. The price on the wanted poster was a-going down, outlaw alias copped my stance and moody greenhorns were making me dance; while my mouth's shooting iron got its chambers jammed I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in the ol West i bide my time. You should see me pick off these tin cans whippersnappers. 1 write the motown long plays for the comeback of Osiris. Make them up when stars stare at sleeping steer out here near the campfire. Women arrive on the backs of goats and throw themselves on my Bowie, I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Lord of the lash, the Loup Garou Kid. Half breed son of Pisces and Aquarius. I hold the souls of men in my pot. I do the dirty boogie with scorpions. I make the bulls keep still and
and was the first swinger to grape to grape the taste. I am a cowboy in his boat. Pope Joan of the Ptah Ra. C/mere a minute willya doll? Be a good girl and bring me my Buffalo horn of black powder bring me my headdress of black feathers bring me my bones of Ju-ju snake go get my eyelids of red paint,. Hand me my shadow I'm going into town after Set I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra look out Set here i come Set to get Set to unseat Set to sunset Set to Set down Set usurper of the Royal couch -imposter RAdio of Moses` bush party pooper O hater of dance vampire outlaw of the milky way
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1/30 first up on my #DaysLate#DollarsShort#SealeyChallenge is perhaps my favorite poem of all time, Lucille Clifton's non-titled poem, If I Stand In My Window

if i stand in my window naked in my own house and press my breasts against my windowpane like black birds pushing against glass because i am somebody in a New Thing and if the man come to stop me in my own house naked in my own window saying i have offended him i have offended his Gods let him watch my black body push against my own glass let him discover self let him run naked through the streets crying praying in tongues
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