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Announcing the “Voices” Seasonal Reading Series
I’ve surreptitiously founded a literary reading series in Lafayette, LA called the” Voices“ series. The hope is to showcase amazing talent that we have in our community and beyond, perhaps, and bring...
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Retreat Writings, 2012, Part 5
My time at the Casita is coming to an end. What sense is left in these hands? What do my fingers know that my mind has yet to discover? I type and words appear, or scrawl a script with my pen and...
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Political Animal
I was challenged to consider whether my poetry is political because of the theme of “change” in the 100 Thousand Poets for Change movement, which claims political and social change as its issue and...
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2012: A Year in the Writing Life
There was a time when I could not write. There was a time when I was very sick and did not have a grip on life. So now that I am stronger and healthier, I feel I absolutely must do it. I must do it for...
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Her Body Desires the Instrument
My poem, “Her Body Desires the Instrument” appears today at As It Ought to Be. This poem is from my debut collection, Eating the Heart First. I am very grateful for this opportunity to share my work....
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Article 4
Clare L. Martin:Louisiana Aesthetic (Reggie Michael Rodrigue) has kindly published a poem I wrote after the Acadiana Wordlab session he led. Thank you, Reggie for your magnanimous words. Originally...
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DANCE
The room is the brightest blue. She unzips her dress, slips it off her shoulders, steps out and carefully places it on the bed. She positions the arms of the dress one up/one down. She imagines the...
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Flight
I stand on the edge of a cliff. I believe with all of my being I can fly, (because it takes belief and not wings). I stand on my tiptoes and stretch. I raise my arms to the sky, draw in breath and...
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My personal mind/body revolution
I have undertaken a determined and whole self-initiative to remake my body and recalibrate my attitudes. I am excited, but more importantly, I am focused on making this a permanent aspect of my...
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ONE
I have this one life. I am addressing areas that have been neglected and treating myself with love and care, whereas in the past I harmed myself. I have no apologies for reclaiming my energies to...
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Sky Burial
Sky burial platform in Dra Yerpa Monastery Sir Charles Bell September 11th 1921 Lhasa Area > Dra Yerpa SKY BURIAL Leave me on open land until bonesong goes unheard and all putrefaction resolves....
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“There is enough milk in my breasts for you, my glass infant.”
Last night’s dream was powerful and wonderful. I had a baby boy, an infant, with thick black hair. I was trying to get him to nurse for the first time, but he couldn’t latch onto my nipple. We thought...
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I am forging a new life.
I am not who I used to be. I am forging a new life. Blessings, ~Clare Filed under: Body, Health, Life
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Conception
The first draft of this poem was conceived at a writing lunch attended by Bessie Senette and I at Sandra Sarr’s home in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana on Wednesday, June 15th, after I pondered the goddess...
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“A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS”
Portrait of Gertrude Stein, 1905 by Pablo Picasso. Courtesy of http://www.PabloPicasso.org I opened Gertrude Stein’s “Tender Buttons.” The first poem is “A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS” This...
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A plague of emotions*
Before the Harvest Locusts come in a cloud of winged thunder. They come for the sockets and the eye itself, (seer of all things). They come for the marrow and curse the bone into a galaxy of...
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Embryonic Self
“Embryonic Self*,” mixed media, by Clare L. Martin A tree held in its branches a womb that carried me. My strong heart beat brilliant red through fluid translucence. A thick cord connected me to...
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Rose
She bathes in rose, an old scent. Cold water at the base of her neck. She shivers, cold, rose on her skin, pink, rose, again. Rose to her mouth, her cheeks. Rose in her hair. She breathes and is...
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Blackbird
a memory: leaves in piles a kiss hazel eyes a rotten picnic table soft hands the hands of a philosopher the hands of a seeker, a poet children of the Universe lover kisses the curves under a soft...
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Stages
I have been going deep into mind/body memories in a project I am calling “Stages” that is very new and yet to be defined, except that it is incorporating my original hand-drawn and mixed media art...
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