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Elly Bookman in The New Yorker

Congratulations to one of our founding members of Tate Street, Elly Bookman, who had her first poem published in The New Yorker!

Read “Privilege” 18 more words


Gone With Fairies

There is an incline in the forest where bluebells blossom, dense as grapes, heady as lilac. I stretch out on my back. Green stems, like octopus tendrils, tangle my hair. 149 more words


Fathers & Daughters

He is our first strength

Paragon of protection, mentor and guide.

Not forcing but gently

Taking the lead

To help us

Across life’s bumpy, funky, troubled and complicated… 11 more words

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Our Darkest Hour

A dark moon shines, dead of night, invisible                                                                                    to  the naked eye. Mounted with power we wait, a quest of


and vision

dreams deep. There is a secret unspoken:                                                                                     The best creation comes from… 18 more words

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She is the first

pink smile, bright force, propagator of all

Humanity. She

has but one egg, he a thousand sperm

and for that they place her… 60 more words

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They fuse our vanity with imperfection, reflecting bone hair skin

undeciphered as we preen

fuss, adjust every eyelash every detail

and yet

fall prey to an astounding… 30 more words

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Mother Earth (a rondeau)

She is not ready for your tomb

Of rancid waste, of filth and doom

There is much life in Mother Earth

A wealth of riches, home and hearth. 133 more words

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