Poems from Olivia Thompson

The Father awakened from a hibernation. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father awakened from a...
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Opening his mouth to receive the tender of her Legs, he knows not to taste the Inside yet. War is a calculated process. Victory takes many...
  My own country, but I don’t own my land. I used to put my hand through the orange sand. My brother and I would count pejig, nij....
Before I take my last breath Look into my eyes Mirror my reflection Taste the kiss of my smile Know I have no reason to live   A woman is...
Oh, Baby   Shining light Dazzling smile Shimmering eyes All sounds too cliché.   What is there to say? Such joy Unknown bliss Unexpected...

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