Potential Titles: Camisha L. Jones

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Letting reason go up in smoke - Camisha L. Jones "Accommodation"

I dream of pebbles under my pillow - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

A land of pebbles and pests - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Counting on catastrophe - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Things with wheels that go nowhere - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

The distance between choices and their consequences - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Consequences pulling me like a rope - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

I offer these as tonic - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

a whisper in someone else's ear - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

through a downpour of sound - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

keeping me company in the silence - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

thousands of particles stretched wide - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

when I confess the pain - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

become a fiery tongue to scorch the earth - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

the bluest flame licking each muscle and joint - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

undone by reality speeding too fast - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

bruising the bones of every certainty - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

6 lanes of life's constant motion - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

Fill their twisted mouths with lament - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

Hot coals in their desert mouths - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

Throw my wishes into the well of the Infinite - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

The sidewalks stay empty of my steps - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

Unravel in the late night - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

As it whispers the way forward - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

Divided the silence wide enough for music - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

Sent sound in all directions - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

The power to fade the voices - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

Where the sharpest knives are kept - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to the Chronically Ill Body"

An undertow with the strongest hands - Camisha L. Jones "On Having an Autoimmune Disease"

a new grief blooms in the garden - Camisha L. Jones "On Loss"

Hope and all of its helium - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

Drinks anguish without ruling it bitter - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

But refuses to believe it is haunted - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

The territory it claims as landmark - Camisha L. Jones "Scars"

The scarred geography of my left arm - Camisha L. Jones "Scars"

Riptide pulling me under - Camisha L. Jones "Tinnitus"

with good reason to crumble - Camisha L. Jones "Wrecking Ball"

kissed by my own flame - Camisha L. Jones "Wrecking Ball"


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