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Jaron Heard

Daily Poetry

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Jaron Heard

Daily Poetry

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Jaron Heard

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When the blackberries hangswollen in the woods, in the bramblesnobody owns, I spendall day among the highbranches, reachingmy ripped arms, thinkingof nothing, crammingthe black honey of summerinto my mouth; all day my bodyaccepts
Beauty on earth so blue, even the cheese flowersa culture with no democracy... Yesterday (for example),I ate the same sandwich I eat every week: eggplantroasted in red pepper aioli, a focaccia jammed fullby arugula, capers sweaty in browne
For those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and goingin the hours between dawnslooking in
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so
Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much,The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion,The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,The first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much,I have hardly go
Angels are unthinkablein hot weatherexcept in some tropical locales, wherefrom time to time, the women catch one in their nets,hang it dry, and fashion it into a lanternthat will burn forever on its own inexhaustible oils.But here—s
Nature's Minor ChordsThe stirring of a feathery cloudMay wake a thought of richest worth,The dew upon the lily's rimTo deepest reverie give birth.Half glimpses caught in idle hoursOf shifting lights upon a stream,Some sudden glory in t
Tell em to take my bare walls downmy cement abutmentstheir parties thereofand clause of clawsLeave me the landScratch out: the landMay prose and property both die outand leave me peace
My body arcing across your white placewe mingle color and substancewanting to mantle your coldI share my face with youbut love becomes a lieas we suffer through split masksseeking the other half-self.We are hung upin givingwhat we wi
And then the day came,when the riskto remain tightin a budwas more painfulthan the riskit tookto Blossom.
THE BEESby Audre LordeIn the street outside a schoolwhat the children learnpossesses them.Little boys yell as they stone a flock of beestrying to swarmbetween the lunchroom window and an iron grate.The boys sling furious rockssmashing
I have hidden inside a sea shellbut forgotten in which.Now daily I dive,filtering the sea through my fingers,to find myself.Sometimes I thinka giant fish has swallowed me.Looking for it everywhere I want to make sureit will get me comp
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore—And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over—like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it jus
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