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This poem appears on print, The Red Edition in honor of World AIDS Day. A percentage of proceeds will go to the Crescentcare in New Orleans, an organization dedicated to the wellness and medical needs of HIV/AIDS patients. Click image to order a copy. Some hearts fall harder than October
i. On our worst days, we would still kiss find ourselves too lost in each other's dark alleys to remember the color of our country homes and their hate speech. ii. Before Sabbath, we were holier than most preachers more law-abiding than a few good lobbyists but our kindness was not meant to be popular much like our private library - loud only when we chose to be empowered by literature. iii. In the darkness of the fuschia scent of a hundred dying flowers, we felt we were travelling poets who had come home. AuthorJuly 13. Crab. Moon-child. Mood a barrel of whiskey. Poet of color. Emerging voice. Blue and non-hypoallergenic as mother's laundry soap. Archives
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