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Water. Marrow. Memory.

Water. Marrow. Memory. is a collection of 20 poems and images created in collaboration between The Earth Warrior and the poet, playwright, fiction writer, director, and actress Maya James. Water. Marrow. Memory. will be published as a chapbook in late 2016.

Water. Marrow. Memory. is a collection of 20 poems and images created in collaboration between The Earth Warrior and the poet, playwright, fiction writer, director, and actress Maya James. Water. Marrow. Memory. will be published as a chapbook in late 2016.

   
  
 
  
    
  
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         Swimming Lesson     The Pacific is a easier water for beginners It wasn't used as an interstate for abjection There is still healing there If you want a challenge, head for the Atlantic It is brackish and vengeful You can hear it in the dissonance of waves crashing over bodies Algae acts as apologist on its behalf, tripping scissor kicks    that will take you to the bottom forcing transition on the broken hulls and rotten wood built by sadistic architects    so they can be rafts for the lost It is hard to float in this water, feet tend to get stuck in the nucleus of painful recollection (See the Bermuda triangle for reference) You have to watch for jellyfish and ghosts that are burped up from the underwater harbor as they search for their femurs,     that innocuously ride the surface like broken glass    The trained swimmer understands those lost bones are seed to coral reefs now    If you are looking to be immersed    in water that is quiet    in water that doesn’t have the murmuring     of unsettled ancestors    in water that will wash you with love sans sacrifice    Then try the Pacific     it is easier  for beginners

 

Swimming Lesson

The Pacific is a easier water for beginners
It wasn't used as an interstate for abjection
There is still healing there
If you want a challenge, head for the Atlantic
It is brackish and vengeful
You can hear it in the dissonance of waves
crashing over bodies
Algae acts as apologist
on its behalf, tripping scissor kicks

that will take you to the bottom
forcing transition on the broken hulls
and rotten wood built by sadistic architects

so they can be rafts for the lost
It is hard to float in this water, feet tend to get stuck
in the nucleus of painful recollection
(See the Bermuda triangle for reference)
You have to watch for jellyfish and ghosts
that are burped up from the underwater harbor
as they search for their femurs,

that innocuously ride the surface like broken glass
The trained swimmer understands those lost bones
are seed to coral reefs now

If you are looking to be immersed

in water that is quiet

in water that doesn’t have the murmuring

of unsettled ancestors

in water that will wash you with love sans sacrifice

Then try the Pacific

it is easier  for beginners


    
 
       
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	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}      Fences   There are brambles and barbed wires  guarding my heart  I keep it closed from myself  Too much scar tissue  from brutality masquerading as love  I want to take it back  Reclaim the damaged muscle  Kiss it better  But my fingers  get cut and caught in the mesh  made of regret  and fear  This is why I am silent  when you ask if you can have it      

Fences

There are brambles and barbed wires

guarding my heart

I keep it closed from myself

Too much scar tissue

from brutality masquerading as love

I want to take it back

Reclaim the damaged muscle

Kiss it better

But my fingers

get cut and caught in the mesh

made of regret

and fear

This is why I am silent

when you ask if you can have it