A classic belle: A poem
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You say I’m a classic belle. You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that. An affirmation that I am not the mess I perceive myself to be
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Lights in strange places: A poem
there’s a bubble in the wall above our pillows. it’s a painted over bulge, caught condensation from decades of tenants mouth breathing into a room
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Poetic Pontification: On coastal differences and historical legacies
In this episode, Melina sits down with Arisa White, a poet and educator from the east coast, to talk about her connection to the Bay Area. What’s the difference between the poetry scene on each side of the country, and how does it shape a poet’s journey?
Metaphors and I love you
Prose / Poses a limit / When poetry’s metrics / Compose epics / Lyrics / Ballads / And rhyme / The most elegant elixirs / For the love of all time
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Love is in the little things: A reverse poem
Love is one grand act. It would be untrue to say that Love is in the small gestures. I can say for sure When you brush my hair Untangling my matted worries When you hug me so I feel secure, I simply could not care. With the big
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l’appel du vide: A poem
It’s like reaching up with your fingers And scratching the sky with your nails. Garish gashes of fiery orange Soak through — Is that heaven or is it hell? To tether at the edge Of the known world With the colors of the sunset Soaking into your soul —
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Initiation: A poem
Autumn in Berkeley is the bathroom flooding from the rain And going for a drink anyway Talking about which professors we prefer at the bar Somehow there’s warmth in the gray sky No heater in a building that’s 200 years old Impostor syndrome fades away when We’re huddled around
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‘A month colored in red, orange and brown’: An ode to November
Hearty laughter, petty fights and holiday movies from our childhood in the background all make November a time to look forward to, for the gathering is far more important than the aesthetics of the month.
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You feel like: A poem
Today, you felt like home. / Usually you feel like childhood / Bittersweet / Like the mistakes of youth / Like the times that make you cringe / But then immediately laugh / Because no matter how mortifying, / You’re still glad to have / That story to tell
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Ease: A poem
I want Ease / To not let those voices matter.
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