We’ve established humans have had their hour and are on the wan it’s evident when stepping outside to grab some milk you see young men ransacking stores after marching hours in the dying sun marks of ozone holes in their eyes. The place I met you isn’t the same anymore they tore down where weContinue reading “More Animal Than Human – Candice L. Daquin”
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We are not okay: a call for peace & end to all wars – Candice L. Daquin
“Anti-Jewish misinformation & untruths took such a strong hold in western college campuses and some media that basic historical truths about the Jewish people’s right to their own land was replaced with falsehoods that perpetuate an inaccurate history.” My Egyptian Jewish grandfather stood on the steps of the memorial where in 225 C.E., Alexandria murderedContinue reading “We are not okay: a call for peace & end to all wars – Candice L. Daquin”
Hospital Poems – Candice L. Daquin
you’d never know it a nesting doll composed within herself but discover 10 layers down that’s a different matter secrets scold molten in seething center multi-universe of reprisals, regrets, memories washing machine on scald spin cycle the phoenix of her soul remains folded, like flag given to widow tucked in bed, for night terrors, forContinue reading “Hospital Poems – Candice L. Daquin”
The Killing Holiday – Candice L. Daquin
they’re devouring her patient, psychiatrist, fisher, weaver thimble, knot, pendant, wood cutter they’re devouring her she lets them that’s the bargain struck sulfur and a bright red color ringing her doorbell with velvet glove through the peephole she’s wearing a wig over her sanity it lifts with heavy winds exposing innards, her dirty blend ofContinue reading “The Killing Holiday – Candice L. Daquin”
Some Words Never Sleep – Candice L. Daquin
There are mountains like look like bruises in the southwest, where it is so hot at midnight women stand beneath slow fans, ice on their throats & porch geckos make love under a glossy moon. The look in your eyes when you walked away still feels like a tattoo of spiny quills, I swallowed thatContinue reading “Some Words Never Sleep – Candice L. Daquin”
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