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Nonfiction
How to Love a Poz Man
They will not tell you that he has learned out of lacking what it means to fully receive.
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They call this judgment day,
the day twisting to meet its end
& we all fall down
the day twisting to meet its end
& we all fall down
"Seven Trumpets for the Living & the Dead (the Awful Naming of Things)"
Poetry · July 12, 2022
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Poetry
song for the living
the umbra
of whatever it is that is left
when love no longer breathes.
of whatever it is that is left
when love no longer breathes.
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Nonfiction
Thoughts of the Lyric Artist on the Day Before Treatment: Updates in HIV Therapy
To clean up my mess and start anew with a clean slate I need only press one button. Just one. One button. Virus gone
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Nonfiction
One Sentence
I learned that the beauty of language is that we are all part of that language, that as we study what it means to be a noun, or a verb, or an adjective
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Nonfiction
Gods and Mortals
You see them sitting on the patios of the restaurants that adorn 17th Street here in Dupont Circle, strewn in masses of muscle and cologne.
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