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Unedited Ragey Poem: False Worship
Mothers and allomothers birthed civilization Some guy wrote it down and called it a revelation which is ironic, given one of the tenets is ‘don’t steal’ Good job honey, we love your drawing ‘Be kind’ doesn’t feel revolutionary when mothers have been preaching it since the beginning of time Wow sweetie, great job! Women are…
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Unedited Ragey Poem: Am I Gentler?
Before I was a mother I was an arrow A hawk on the wind Focusing on the twitch of a blade of grass with deathly precision Then I gathered nesting materials And built a summer manor Put walls here a window there Made sure the corridors are straight and long and empty to the gardens…
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Unedited Ragey Poem: White Tears
What will my tears do but water the wrong grave? They drop onto the wrong line of mychorrizae that extends through the dirt below me to the towering oak at the field’s edge It too has seen atrocities But not the face of the child pulled screaming from her mother yesterday ‘Why do you weep?’…
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Unedited Ragey Poem: Wrong Kind of Tired
It’s not that I long to not be tired A decade ago I leapt about like a puppy with car keys But I don’t want to wake and buzz with the need to move It’s that I’m the wrong kind of tired I long for the heavy limbs of running twenty miles On wooded trails…
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Querying The Sunkillers
Pediatric trauma surgeon Chloe grew up over centuries hiding that she was the only magical person on Earth and failing to find any hint of her origins. When a patient she personally knows dies, she screams her loneliness and despair to the void of space. To her shock, a group of magical humans appear and…
