Anis mojgani shake the dust download

They were friends and teachers and guides. I learned about love and sex and feminism and mysticism and how the language of poetry transcends language and centuries and gender. I thought I knew all there was to know of poetry until the night my dear one played me Daughter by Alix Olson. Performance poetry is like sex and hot showers and spooning in the dark. For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.

For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself. We respect your privacy. Are you ready for prose, poetry, and badass creative inspiration? I'll email weekly ish with words of creativity love uncommon sense. I work with humans who are seeking permission to stop seeking permission and offer programs that will get living and writing on your own terms for reals.

You know you want this. I'll send you newsletters and special offers, and you can sign off anytime. Powered by Convert Plus. Get writing. No spam. Just concrete writing practices and profound essays on love and life. This is for the bigots, this is for the sexists, this is for the killers, and for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after every single winter.

Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone. Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out parts of myself just to give them to you.

So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me. All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.

So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours. Make my words worth something, make this not just another poem that I write, more than just another poem that I write, more than just another night that sits heavy above us all. Walk into it, breathe it in, let it crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust so when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands in front of you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

Written and performed by Anis Mojgani. This wails, whispers, chants, cheers…a gorgous heart wide tribute to Aliveness…thank you for this huge, raging, glorious poem…and the blessing of your work in this world….

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