I’ve been at myself

- Donika Kelly

A wounded deer – leaps highest 

  I’ve heard the hunter tell    

- Emily Dickinson

The baby has learned the language of desire

And what it means | to possess |. For outside

He says | my outside |. For down, he says

My down. Not inside, but outside. No. No.

| No |. The baby has learned the language of mirrors.

Self-reflected, re-embodied, and un-hinged.

What does | a baby | look like to a baby?

Hot and dark. Hot and dark.

Apple as | an apple | as an apple as a substance.

Say night night to this one.

Say night night to everyone.

Say goodbye to whoever is not in the room.

- Sara Deniz Akant

I remember the beginning

a dream ancient as dawn

a dream of destiny drumming up the blood

the flesh

this earth

a dream we were once one

soul

- Assotto Saint

I came back home

but I came back

gone.

- Cynthia Cruz

as palavras acabam

o silêncio

continua afundando

- AR

O vazio não está vazio.

- Antonio Porchia

and I feel so free

- patti smith

what is the price of deceptive and enriched silence?

- haki r. madhubuti

I was not born to this

wariness.

- Rita Dove

Oh I liked humans well enough         although they were immature

           the old ones dreaming     the same dreams to the end

                   the young ones trying to forget         they were headed there too

- Rita Dove

looking elsewhere

       is another kind

      of looking away

- CAConrad

I saw a spider eat a fly

- CAConrad

I’m a poet

             not a motivational speaker

- CAConrad