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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.

  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


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