Still Pittsburgh – #1LinerWeds

Important words from Dan Antion.

No Facilities

Over four years ago, I wrote a post titled “I am Pittsburgh” in which I tried to explain the roots I have in that city, and the characteristics that were established in me, as I grew up there. I return to that city for vacations, and I return to that city here on this blog. In fact, I think I’ve written about Pittsburgh more than I have about Hartford. After this weekend’s mass shooting at the Tree of Life synagogue in Squirrel Hill, I was trying to find a respectful way to return to that city again. I share the grief and anger, but that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. I think that should be reserved for others

I wanted a way to explain what I understand about Pittsburgh, and about the neighborhood that was racked by this senseless hate crime.  I thought about reprising my…

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The outsider

from TheFeatheredSleep

TheFeatheredSleep

38638686_1843766582406138_8072796370370560000_nshe wasn’t like them, so they didn’t like her

to her face they smiled and said ‘nice things’

which she knew were lies

behind her back they laughed

and made dirty-lezzie jokes

because it made them uncomfortable

to think about what they thought she did

it made them feel a bit disgusted

like when you stand too close

she looked like them in superficial ways

wore at times, nicer dresses and had longer hair

the fact that she liked girls wasn’t in their

comfort zone

when it was summer time they had

BBQ’s and invited all the neighborhood kids

wondering if she would be safe around minors or

would do something inappropriate

when they started a mommy running club

she wasn’t invited because she was neither

a mommy or someone they wanted to

bare their secrets with

what would she understand of husbands?

maybe their husbands liked her

because…

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Black book

from TheFeatheredSleep

hijacked amygdala

Apparently

men can gather bed notches and

this elevates them socially

whilst women of the same history

are sluts plain and simple

therefore

I am a whore

not because you tell me so

or for any notches or black books

but for the raspy feather in my chest

when it tickles

I gather up my fancy

and I imagine

all the rides I’ve taken

which is as far as I go today

given my propensity for not coming back

but there was a time

I let four boys into my room

not all at once or even

in the same afternoon

they were as different as

the rules for men and women

one I found ugly and angular

his penis was a sharp hungry thing

that burned the desire out of me

another was vain and glorious

a cheshire cat apt to lap his own cream

his was large and…

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Incorporeal

The power of Poetry

silentlyheardonce

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turn it off . . .
bombings here . . .
there . . .
every fucking where . . .
men in blue . . .
harass, tase, shoot . . .
fearing the unknown . . .
so eliminate . . .
one wrong done . . .
don’t make another right . . .
blood, blood of blue . . .
living lives . . .
are lives that die . . .
black lives . . .
all lives . . .
by any means . . .
peaceful discord . . .
how many decades . . .
how many centuries . . .
what year is this . . .
hate me, love me . . .
the color of my skin . . .
black or white . . .
blindly I see hate . . .
I search for peace…

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