after pink
poetry and other writings by Tiffany Rindler (formerly Tiffany Elise Shaw-Diaz)
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is/let
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Friday, July 3, 2020
waiting
for night
a temple
opening
*Published in the July 2020 edition of is/let
Monday, June 22, 2020
making a joke of me one pine needle
*Published in the June 2020 edition of is/let
Sunday, May 31, 2020
guns. We all choose different milks
*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
entertainment
the darkest possible
timeline
*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let
Monday, May 11, 2020
orphan. In my palms, a freshly cut violet
*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let
Monday, May 4, 2020
we stumbled over an unmarked grave. Her eyes
*Published in the May 2020 edition of is/let
Friday, April 24, 2020
it’s just the law dividing willows
*Published in the April 2020 edition of is/let
Thursday, February 27, 2020
beatings. Like I said, after the sermon we
*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let
as if it were dripping from each star. This night
*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let
Monday, February 24, 2020
because it can winter howls
*Published in the February 2020 edition of is/let
Friday, August 30, 2019
rape. Things you learn from family
*Published in the August 2019 edition of is/let
**Reprinted in Haiku 2020 (Modern Haiku Press)
***Selected for inclusion in Haiku 21.2 (a best-of-decade anthology) in 2025
Thursday, August 29, 2019
and then I heard the Psalms dueling the dead of night
*Published in the August 2019 edition of is/let
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
into June’s hymn I recast her death
*
my other name the redwood hums a processional
*Published in the May 2019 edition of is/let
Sunday, January 20, 2019
on the edge of Orion
honey
no need for lipstick
*
another dimension D# as Gb or cerulean
*
electric rainbow in the thick of the body
*Published in the January 2019 edition of is/let
Friday, December 29, 2017
octopus
this bed
of nails
mist over moon the blame of rape
what were you saying these tentacles in me
into the mouth of violet burning night
*Published in the December 2017 edition of is/let
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