This is Love
The journalist in me says explain all things. Always. The lover of words and pure creativity says be art. Be unbound. Enjoy!
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bloom
(poem in collaboration w/ painter Yuen Ling , April 2020)
hear now what
the Sakura says
in spring
here now only
no want of
no wish for
eternity
petals patiently
beginning becoming
fading falling
here now
soon gone
multiply
(image by nichole christian)
add up all the women
you grew to be
factor the probability
of at least a thousand
wild tomorrows
let no doubt
divide you
war
(image by nichole christian)
the wound you think you won
whispers still
a word w/ jimmy b
(photo by nichole christian of ink drawing w/ permission from Detroit artist Sabrina Nelson)
who am I
to disagree
w/ jimmy b
but i pray he’d hear me
when i say
the fire
was never
next time
we arrived
flesh on fire
a people
of no return
burning
for liberty
then
now
forever the flame
burning
america’s
forked tongue
Be UNafraid to make UNdefined things.
Strong Box
This poem began as an experiment with a repurposed box, some paint and a collection of cut up words. It was later published here.
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bombs in air
(image by nichole christian)
i will never perform
these words
i have lived
them
been stripped
limb to limb
by them
once i longed to know
who sent them
these words
that wink like tulips then burst
like bombs
they say i am heir
some days
they are too
encore
what the world called her end
became
a gain
again