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    Author: Sasha Smith

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    Murdoch

    section . slurs and shields SOUTH CAROLINA, AGE 10 “You idiot.” He shrunk in his seat. The stiff wooden chair kept him high above the ground, with… Read more “Murdoch”

    April 26, 2017April 27, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Poetry Project Reading: 3/13

    Tommy Pico & Sasha Smith Monday, March 13, 2017, 8:00 pm Tommy “Teebs” Pico is the author of IRL (Birds LLC, 2016) and Nature Poem (forthcoming 2017… Read more “Poetry Project Reading: 3/13”

    February 26, 2017April 1, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    “slavecatchers” in Poet’s Country

    Hey all! I had a great time last night at the Bowery Poetry Club during Poet’s Country’s inaugural publication night. I heard some awesome writers: Caoilinn Hughes,… Read more ““slavecatchers” in Poet’s Country”

    January 16, 2017November 19, 2019 by Sasha Smith

    [audio] Leaving

    December 30, 2016March 31, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    rememory

    (Inspired by Beloved & Sula by Toni Morrison) being alive is the hard part the rememory: trauma. “… even if I die, the picture of what I… Read more “rememory”

    December 30, 2016March 30, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Mirror

    (Inspired by Beloved & Sula by Toni Morrison) Me. washed & burned, pulverized. Me eroded, crushed Me. fine speck Me, dust powder Me. caked up, slathered Me.… Read more “Mirror”

    December 28, 2016March 30, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    The Poetry Project’s 43rd Annual New Year’s Day Marathon Benefit Reading

    The New Year’s Day Marathon is the Project’s largest fundraiser and provides support for what we do best — serve as a public venue for the substantial… Read more “The Poetry Project’s 43rd Annual New Year’s Day Marathon Benefit Reading”

    December 1, 2016March 31, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    i hear america singing.

    i hear america singing. i heard them howl with sun nipped skin, caught the chorus at the tree, where her kids called me a nigger and hung… Read more “i hear america singing.”

    November 28, 2016March 31, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    cat whisker love

    i love the way love lingers on the edges of white cat whiskers as if to say, catch me. catch all of me. no you can’t. fuck… Read more “cat whisker love”

    November 28, 2016March 30, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Rat King

    A brief election inspired Shakespeare-Trump play for my Shakespeare Lit Class ACT l. SCENE I. A desert place. Enter three journalists FIRST JOURNALIST (MSNBC) When shall we… Read more “Rat King”

    November 2, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

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