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poet, activist, tap dancer

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Poetry

Your Sister Brings Me an Orchard

The Acupuncturist Explains Blood

Late Autumn

Flurries  

Unnamed Tree on Fifth Street

Sunlight

After the Funeral 

Beneath Silence

Her Mother Holds the Cup Like a Weapon

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