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When He Calls Your Name.

"HPL

Those streets were not his
so he kept them in the dark to himself
knowing age for a solid pent in mind
he turned out volumes of locked domed hills

Penciled purples in the daylit dreams
wore wool humid and apology bright
letters in the doorway, arabic at the edges
the colors of science turned jagged at his cease

He was not Poe, he lived on a hill
dreamed afternoon and woke to write
icecream from ivory, an undersea
crystallized Providence cats broke
out of the past and Fomalhaut speaking"

—Clark Coolidge

"I didn’t think much about the last part, because as a Black man living in the United States, I’m aware that my whole country is a friendly space for white supremacists."

“Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.”

― Theodore Roethke via @poeticoutlaws

"The first rupture of democracy isn’t really between people and power. It’s between language and what words are willing to acknowledge or betray."