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E. D. Watson

Tag: Poetry

BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY WHEREVER

—for Donald J. Trump Yes I’ve got blood coming out of my Wherever and my patience has gone thin. You … More

divine feminine, feminism, goddess, Megyn Kelly, menses, Misogyny, moon time, periods, Poetry, Trump

HIGH SUMMER

leaves droop from trees the sky droops from branches like a white sheet to hold the locusts in their buzzsaw … More

climate change, E. D. Watson, heat, july, meditation, poem, Poetry, seasons, summer, writing

WHAT IF

what if all the kids stayed home from school and went outside to play instead what if we put down … More

E. D. Watson, poems, poetic medicine, Poetry, writing

MAY TWELFTH

After the muggers don’t kill me I go to the all-night diner and order eggs. I order chocolate chip pancakes. … More

breakfast, E. D. Watson, guns, holidays, May 12, mugging, New Orleans, Poetry, trauma, writing

PRAYER FOR THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN

once upon a time you shoved the girls you shoved the other boys / you shoved the dreamer in the … More

E. D. Watson, lgtbq, poetic healing, Poetry, prayer, queer, writing

RAIN PSALM

take your shoes off     go outside tip your face toward the sky feel the cold clean droplets streak your chin … More

COVID-19, E. D. Watson, poems, poet, Poetry, quarantine, rain, stuck inside, writing

HERMIT PSALM

I keep thinking how if I were a hermit-monk I wouldn’t know a thing had changed not unless an angel … More

apocalypse, COVID-19, E. D. Watson, hermit, monk, monsaticism, poems, Poetry, psalms, quarantine, recluse, writing

EASY RIDERS

come for supper my dad says, he’s grilling I say we’re supposed to stay inside you’re not sick he tells … More

coronavirus, COVID-19, okboomer, parents, poem, poetic medicine, Poetry, quarantine, virus, writing

REQUIEM FOR BURR CLOVER

I rip them up by the roots, they are the only plants I hate though to be honest it’s mostly … More

burr clover, coronavirus, COVID-19, Poetry, quarantine, requiem, spring, virus, weeds, writing, yardwork

IN PRAISE OF HIDEOUSNESS

All praise the lepers, praise the boars praise mud and dust and filth, the flies, metal buildings with metal doors. … More

E. D. Watson, healing, hospital, poem, poetic medicine, Poetry, spirituality, surgery

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