Boba and honey: 9 haikus for the weary UC Berkeley student
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As UC Berkeley students, we don’t have time to write long-winded, epic poetry, but haikus are the perfect way to channel our creative energies.
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Out of the dust: Tess Taylor’s poems for a modern California
Tess Taylor, an acclaimed writer who was born and raised in the Bay Area, has spent the last year traveling back to the places in California that Lange once photographed.
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Lone violins at dusk: A poem
A lone violin aching through the night / Follows our footsteps to the ends of the Earth / Where to — A destination yet to be known
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Hear her poem: “lost” by Madelyn Peterson
A Weekender Staffer sits down with the Multimedia team to share one of her poetry pieces.
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A She-Angel is Punished For Falling in Love with Virgin Mary: A poem
A psychotic angel rests with a knife in her mouth / behind the door of a treehouse / and wonders if she is a self-centered / pawn of His…
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Sweet peas: A poem
Violet — I always thought it smelled like hope. Fuchsia — I always thought it tasted like rose hip tea. Pink — I always thought it felt like satin. And all these colors intermingle Obscenely intertwining on the petals Of sweet peas twisting along the pavement Twining between my
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Where Civilization Ends: A poem
Disclaimer: The following poem is a parody of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.” There is a place where civilization ends And the hills no longer roll, only streets that sting, And there the cement suffocates sweet wild And the sun seeks revenge with scorching revile And there is
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Moving Forward: A poem
We were raised in one home, We were whole within it Together It was ours We felt a sense of ownership, of constancy It was familiar, comforting, infinite I never thought of leaving, Of saying goodbye To the memories To the pieces of me held inside
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Steam tunnel poetry, night mail and Berkeley in the ‘80s: An interview with Berkeley poet Julien Poirier
It was half an hour before Julien Poirier was scheduled to read alongside Maxine Hong Kingston and Michael Krasny on a Thursday night in late March at City Lights Bookstore when I struck up a conversation with his father and was given Poirier’s contact information to set up an interview.
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solstice: A haiku series
the sun and the moon: comrades of light, partners in temporary death. the sun graces us, brings the hopeful morning and warms our skin and bones. sunset — burns brighter, cotton candy, kerosene: day is laid to rest. the moon protects us, keeps safe our whispered wishes,
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