Grandmother Gender Poems

Friday afternoon year 
April 2032 the weather was 
Just right. Damian sought to
Purchase a barrage of a 13
Bicycle collection. It would be
A surprise for his...

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Sunday afternoon my grandmother decided to take me down with her to the memory lane.
She seemed  excited like a  child traveling first time...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I was minding our own ancient business,
making maple and brown sugar oatmeal
for my constantly
and instantly 
devouring daughter,
when GrandMother Moses
of Poetic Narrative
broke into my day:

frankly, I...

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Darling,
I should like to do something more helpful
about this continuing feminization,
marginalization,
disparagement of full integrative value
for cooperatively-owned and managed
ecopolitical corporations,
incorporations
bio- and eco-systems.

Good idea, love.
How do you...

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I was on my ambivalent fence
about who to watch watch the solar eclipse,
my alcoholic allies
or the designer THC corporate investors.

Wherever it was,
we read excerpts from...

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Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of...

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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!...

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