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wintertangerinereview:

Winter Tangerine Review will be at the NYC Poetry Festival on July 27th! Come out to Governor’s Island for a beautiful day of sun, food and lines of poetry that’ll make you melt. At the White Horse Stage at 12:10PM, Jeanann Verlee, Victoria White, Gabriella Gonzales and Rachel Calnek-Sugin will be reading for WTR. There will be 250 poets reading at the Festival so be sure to stay for the other performances!For more information about the NYC Poetry Festival, click here.To RSVP to WTR’s reading, click here.

wintertangerinereview:

Winter Tangerine Review will be at the NYC Poetry Festival on July 27th! Come out to Governor’s Island for a beautiful day of sun, food and lines of poetry that’ll make you melt.

At the White Horse Stage at 12:10PM, Jeanann Verlee, Victoria White, Gabriella Gonzales and Rachel Calnek-Sugin will be reading for WTR. There will be 250 poets reading at the Festival so be sure to stay for the other performances!

For more information about the NYC Poetry Festival, click here.
To RSVP to WTR’s reading, click here.

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I’ve really tried to understand the Israelis. I used to work on a farm in Israel. I speak Hebrew. I watch their news. All the time they talk about fear. How they have to run to their bunkers to hide from the rockets. How their children can’t sleep because of the sirens. This is not a good way for them to live. We Palestinians don’t talk about fear, we talk about death. Our rockets scare them; their rockets kill us. We have no bomb shelters, we have no sirens, we have nowhere we can take our children and keep them safe. They are scared. We are dying.
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I’m on my knees while Olive plaits my curls, a dozen candles flirting with the air in this small bedroom. Angie is leaning against the wall, pupils like eight balls, smiling at her fingertips. my mother called me last night or last week or last year she told me god came to her in a dream. The fridge is humming, inconsistent and Olive’s hands are quick. she told me that our dog ran away that my father cries in my room whenever he’s sober We shouldn’t be here, the sun dripping down the window, pyramids of light on Olive’s thighs. Someone patters in the other room, no choked sobs, no sacrifice for dewy mornings. Olive says my name soft and worn, like an old boot she isn’t sure fits. Angie knocks over a candle and her shirt catches on fire. For a moment, none of us move.
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wintertangerinereview:

Winter Tangerine Review will be at the NYC Poetry Festival on July 27th! Come out to Governor’s Island for a beautiful day of sun, food and lines of poetry that’ll make you melt. At the White Horse Stage at 12:10PM, Jeanann Verlee, Victoria White, Gabriella Gonzales and Rachel Calnek-Sugin will be reading for WTR. There will be 250 poets reading at the Festival so be sure to stay for the other performances!For more information about the NYC Poetry Festival, click here.To RSVP to WTR’s reading, click here.

wintertangerinereview:

Winter Tangerine Review will be at the NYC Poetry Festival on July 27th! Come out to Governor’s Island for a beautiful day of sun, food and lines of poetry that’ll make you melt.

At the White Horse Stage at 12:10PM, Jeanann Verlee, Victoria White, Gabriella Gonzales and Rachel Calnek-Sugin will be reading for WTR. There will be 250 poets reading at the Festival so be sure to stay for the other performances!

For more information about the NYC Poetry Festival, click here.
To RSVP to WTR’s reading, click here.

1 week ago | 46 notes
I’m on my knees while Olive plaits my curls, a dozen candles flirting with the air in this small bedroom. Angie is leaning against the wall, pupils like eight balls, smiling at her fingertips. my mother called me last night or last week or last year she told me god came to her in a dream. The fridge is humming, inconsistent and Olive’s hands are quick. she told me that our dog ran away that my father cries in my room whenever he’s sober We shouldn’t be here, the sun dripping down the window, pyramids of light on Olive’s thighs. Someone patters in the other room, no choked sobs, no sacrifice for dewy mornings. Olive says my name soft and worn, like an old boot she isn’t sure fits. Angie knocks over a candle and her shirt catches on fire. For a moment, none of us move.
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parchmentjunkie:

Guys, I don’t do this sort of thing at all but a very very dear co-worker of mine just had a baby and he’s having some serious heart complications. He’s going to have to have multiple open heart surgeries and we are trying to raise money for them. The boy’s name is Oliver and for those of you that can appreciate it, he was named after the Green Arrow. He’s a beautiful boy and is unable to properly distribute oxygen through his blood system. This is known as “Blue Baby Syndrome.”
Let me tell you a little bit about my friend:
His name is Gage and he is a fellow Dispatcher and Volunteer Fireman. He is a very loving father and I just adore his wife and daughter. This has been an incredibly rough time for them and we are trying to give him all the help we can get.
If you guys are willing to donate, please do. You will get both a public and personal thank you from me and every one at my police station, and the gratitude of sooooo many people. All you have to do is click the image and go from there. If you can’t donate, then just give it a signal boost.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you for every single reblog.

parchmentjunkie:

Guys, I don’t do this sort of thing at all but a very very dear co-worker of mine just had a baby and he’s having some serious heart complications. He’s going to have to have multiple open heart surgeries and we are trying to raise money for them. The boy’s name is Oliver and for those of you that can appreciate it, he was named after the Green Arrow. He’s a beautiful boy and is unable to properly distribute oxygen through his blood system. This is known as “Blue Baby Syndrome.”

Let me tell you a little bit about my friend:

His name is Gage and he is a fellow Dispatcher and Volunteer Fireman. He is a very loving father and I just adore his wife and daughter. This has been an incredibly rough time for them and we are trying to give him all the help we can get.

If you guys are willing to donate, please do. You will get both a public and personal thank you from me and every one at my police station, and the gratitude of sooooo many people. All you have to do is click the image and go from there. If you can’t donate, then just give it a signal boost.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you for every single reblog.

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