#camonghne felix

[fluttering-slips]

Why I Loved Him

I can’t tell you 

Why I loved him or What it meant. When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field. What I know Is that there were two skies And under one, I was a shadow. His Sky was as blue as his eyes. Some Of that is my doing and the rest of it Is time. These days, he traces the shape of The curds above him and I lay out under A separate sun. Both of us are fine With this. We picked our place Under the lid of god and we shut Our eyes to it every night. That’s what it means To have loved goodly—to meet Fate in a lavender hall and walk Right past it, the white train quivering, Nostalgia in your wake.

Camonghne Felix

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[blackqueernotables]

Camonghne Felix: was appointed as Governor Andrew Cuomo's speechwriter, and was the first Black woman and youngest person to serve in the role.

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[travelingasafamily]

“Born. Living. Will. Die.” by Camonghne Felix

for my favorite auntie, Jeanette

Sometimes I think I’m never going to write a poem again and then there’s a full moon.

I miss being in love but I miss myself most when I’m gone.

In the salty wet air of my ancestry my auntie peels a mango with her teeth

and I’m no longer writing political poems; because there are

mangoes and my favorite memory is still alive. I’m digging for meaning but haunted by purpose

and it’s an insufficient approach. What’s the margin of loss on words not spent today?

I’m getting older. I’m buying smaller images to travel light. I wake up, I light up, I tidy, and it’s all over now.

Art: Kenturah Davis, proverbial study I, 2020, Inscribed text and pencil rubbing on paper. Unframed 21 × 20 in | 53.3 × 50.8 cm

Poem: https://poets.org/poem/born-living-will-die

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[anicarissi]

Finished one, started the other

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[myth-blossom]

#I keep revisiting this #poetry #camonghne felix

[brightflock]

When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field.

Camonghne Felix, Why I loved him

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[manwalksintobar]

Why I Loved Him  // Camonghne Felix

I can’t tell you Why I loved him or What it meant. When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field. What I know Is that there were two skies And under one, I was a shadow. His Sky was as blue as his eyes. Some Of that is my doing and the rest of it Is time. These days, he traces the shape of The curds above him and I lay out under A separate sun. Both of us are fine With this. We picked our place Under the lid of god and we shut Our eyes to it every night. That’s what it means To have loved goodly—to meet Fate in a lavender hall and walk Right past it, the white train quivering, Nostalgia in your wake.

#poetry #Camonghne Felix #American poetry #Black American poetry #feminist poetry #New Yorker poetry #love #nostalgia #shadow #sky

[lazyydaisyyy]

Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

#camonghne felix #dyscalculia #words #lit #quote #quoteoftheday

[judgingbooksbycovers]

​Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

By Camonghne Felix.

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[therisingfog]

#poem #poetry #camonghne felix

[wildflower-jiji]

Why I Loved Him

By Camonghne Felix

May 23, 2022

I can’t tell you Why I loved him or What it meant. When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field. What I know Is that there were two skies And under one, I was a shadow. His Sky was as blue as his eyes. Some Of that is my doing and the rest of it Is time. These days, he traces the shape of The curds above him and I lay out under A separate sun. Both of us are fine With this. We picked our place Under the lid of god and we shut Our eyes to it every night. That’s what it means To have loved goodly—to meet Fate in a lavender hall and walk Right past it, the white train quivering, Nostalgia in your wake.

Published in the print edition of the May 30, 2022, issue.

Camonghne Felix, a poet and an essayist, is the author of “Build Yourself a Boat.” Her book “Dyscalculia” will be published in 2023.

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[emdroid]

Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

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[havingapoemwithyou]

born. living. will. die. by Camonghne Felix

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[kamreadsandrecs]

#camonghne felix #dyscalculia #books #writing

[kammartinez]

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[biglisbonnews]

It Wasn’t Just a Breakup How the catastrophic end of my relationship led to a diagnosis that changed my life. https://www.thecut.com/article/book-excerpt-dyscalculia-camonghne-felix.html

#first person #book excerpt #self #relationships #mental health #breakups #cut homepage lede #Camonghne Felix #The Cut