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Happy Birthday"This evening, Michelle and I will do what I know every parent in America will do, which is hug our children a little tighter, and we'll tell them that we love them, and we'll remind each other how deeply we love one another. But there are families in Connecticut who cannot do that tonight..." ~ Barack ObamaHappy Birthday by `vespera
Next year I will wrap you presents
and you will not understand the need for bows,
but will reach towards them for days
in anticipation.
I will fret my wardrobe decision: do I dress you
for photographs or in a pattern that will hide
your smudgy fingerprints? Or maybe the floral one
your grandmother, your father's mother,
will su
I Took To Howling With YouI was shy at first, timid in my dealings,I Took To Howling With You by `vespera
I laced the trap against my throat,
sang sparing, tip-toed
around your poems.
The tone, the slow vibrating
from the shoots of my shoulders
to the gleam of polished talons,
it purred around inside me.
Oh the song, Coyote,
the same resigned call, it
paled before you, swallowed down its insides,
wept.
I took your little hand in my big hand,
flew out towards Crow, and for a while
My Love, there were poems
and the world was enough.
I took to howling with you,
down from the branches, safe
womb of the tree, I spread
dirt between my toes, sang happy,
sang the song of free,
your wild howl
all this sunshine, all this laughterYou are never afraid of the mess I make, orall this sunshine, all this laughter by =sunshinegypsy
calling incoherently while grief tears itself
from my throat.
You, relentlessly cheerful until I giggle-snort,
drop the phone it’s so disgustingly wet
and I hurt. I hurt. And I can’t stop laughing,
you idiot fool, I love you,
the way I can hear you smile on a phone with
so many miles devouring us,
my brief minutes slipping away because you,
it’s always you,
answering me.
I dreamed of a door - EDITI wore the thread that slipped from my daughter's baby blanket around my wrist,I dreamed of a door - EDIT by =sunshinegypsy
white against tan, bumpy yarn,
it's been four years since my mother patiently crocheted the stitches together
while my daughter rolled in my belly,
impatient.
I dream and there are doors under my fingers
and I am alone.
I take my daughter down to the river.
The water ripples slowly past, carrying barges
for hundreds of years, my shoulders tan darker,
we are absorbing the sun, gorging on sweet cherries
and overripe strawberries.
I write a will and wonder what will become of you,
my fearless daughter.
I teach you to understand the majestic, eternal va
they'll get it right this timeImpossible demands, like holdthey'll get it right this time by =sunshinegypsy
still and stop throwing up and
don't cry.
It can't be a hallucination when
everyone's screaming,
the pretty doctor's hair in her eyes, the nurses'
finger-bruises laddering my skin,
the wet pillow.
How sometimes the only power
is crying, noisy-soft, the waves of blood
gurgling sickly from lips
until someone decides, stop,
enough.
The army retreats and a quiet woman
spends the next hour wiping blood
off my shaking body.
The next day in the ambulance
to the next hospital, bigger and better,
dried red flakes sift from my hair
and I am afraid.
The Great DepressionAs if there were a moral distinctionThe Great Depression by =sunshinegypsy
between up and down,
as if politics did not infect poetry
with their many-armed lives,
cancerous and brief,
constant change.
As if the people who lost their homes
or lives to the Great Depression
saw it coming, knew before it was on them,
in a commercial with Clint Eastwood's
smooth voice promising hope to the masses,
undermining panic.
As if the poet could be heard, the old reading
from a yellowed page,
the young standing up tentatively
to be counted.
| My Coyote. Kate has a book coming out from Unbound Content sometime later in 2013, but until then, you can buy Hallucinations, Cancer and the Purple Tree: [link] |
<img src="  "/>Mother, when I die where will my bones go? Will the ground pick them clean as teeth, every socket a dried out gum, an empty bullet shell caged in the earth like an unloved dog; Is there somewhere in my womb a child who, like a smith, will melt me down let my skin escape into the air in a pungent second death, then, as I'm a firefly, trap me in a jar and hold her hands to her mouth as a kiss or a sob or a Mommy, look how close we've become; Or will it be just a lover or my brother who will say soon there will be no one left to visit her, break her down, spread her out a final dance ashes in the wind. |
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be well 
's Shooting Star: [link]
's Barking at Random: [link]
's Expletive Deleted: [link]
's Hallucinations, Cancer and the Purple Tree: [link] & 
's As We Are Now, But Never Again: [link]
 The Review Project MarchThe Review Project, Competition... Thing Raquel has been on my watch list since almost my first day on deviantArt. Her poetry moves me in a sensual, visceral way, the likes of which one rarely comes across. The direct way she deals with the issues some poets attempt to talk around lends an honesty to her poetry, and leaves us readers wanting more!! Check out her gallery! *travelgirlxx Raquel, as a poet, is as she is as a woman: forward and unapologetic. Her words leave a taste in your mouth, whether it be of her, of a country, or of something you'd like to be repulsed by, but can't deny being infatuated with. She will have you remember her, or how she has taken in a sight. She will eye your semi-colons, licking her lips, enamored with your punctuation, unless she’s unimpressed - in which case, she’ll show her teeth before tearing into the meat of your composition. She is no Feminist Tim, in terms of editing. No, she would make Feminist Tim her bitch and belt him with his own line breaks showing as much restraint as she would if given a foreign man (or a southern woman?) for a night. All the while, Tim or whoever is receiving her undeniable suggestions, will quiver with delight. `FuzzyHoser *this review has been edited by `vespera |
Hope I don't disappoint, then.