R.C. Taylor

Joined July 2021

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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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suspension of disbelief
since the moment I met you, you’ve been immortal to me, our time never-ending but life, today, showed me that even though we tightly close our eyes
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Cosmic Playthings. Top Story - August 2024.
Saturn’s rings adorn my left hand, while in my right, I have other planets rolling around like marbles, and with a flick I wait for collisions,
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
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sea glass held in palms inches of laurels leaning into lotus pose eucalyptus bouquet nadi shodhana pranayama cat purring deeply
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
8 Minutes and 46 Seconds
Sistah, sistah, tell me something! Is there a reason that there is such a LOUD QUIET echoing throughout the nation when we are still screaming that WE
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Absence
sunlight knew your face at one point then it didn’t as the wind sighed your name like watercolor smudged memories even years before seeds knew it was time to rise.
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Low Tide. Top Story - August 2024.
"A rising tide lifts all boats" was coined by President John F. Kennedy and "is mainly used by politicians and economists to convey the idea that if the economy improves, every participant in the economy will be in an improved financial position" (Lisanti, 2022). This zine is a critique of this.
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
motion picture soundtrack
unfold me like a motion picture soundtrack like smudged lipstick stains stuttering at the beginning of a skipping record
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Surgery
"Ever since you got sick..." were the words you chose to cut me open with like unearthing my heart and lungs before my stomach
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
insomnia knows me well now
every night I put quiet house to bed, scrub the dishes for far too long with pruney fingers in soapy water, walk who
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Once in an Eclipse
you're still on an island on the sun I kayaked the star waterfall on the moon before spilling over to earthly tides once in an eclipse
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
wildflower honey
like jasmine tea, pastry citrus bites like warm sunlight peering through reeds and sands of time through fingers nothing beautiful lasts
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Sisyphus Dreams. Runner-up in Breakup Nonet Challenge. Top Story - July 2024.
ends always come too soon or too late. in my dreams I hold a torch and bare foot on watery floor, mourning each night, I am
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets