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Humboldt County, California, United States
Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.

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Friday, August 18, 2017

i forgot to turn off your hair

i sing about 92 things
i realize the face of your
children

this adobe is a house
and that thing you’re on
is a train

i am only passing through

i’m a stranger now and i
have cities that are sorry

i give everything back to u

the door is in half 
and i know cities 
like a toddler

u broke the train and i’m on my way
i want to go like a human; i go away
to forget

i go through the snow in a train
everyone will be without

i forgot to turn off your hair

u go through my purse
u go like an egg

i have a back pass

i know a girl partially
u will go and be
strange

my baby laughs and the toddler falls
and there is the house and the suitcase

and all i leave is strange but i will, i will

Monday, June 26, 2017

A COW OF NONSENSE


u are not in san francisco
and u are not like a cricket
or a novel

i say work it, i say carry it
i’m not interested in
someone’s decision
making

u do what u want and u
are mementos; u are 
like cosby and i am
housing 

i don’t listen to myself
the colors of don’t know
it’s like a tour of torment

u are mementos and the rave is over
why don’t u start an association?

she is the dream and the hat
the orchestra talks about the
orchestra and whether u barge
in

i have big t-shirts and i graduate
because i am nice; i carry it because
i am white and i am white and i pass
for white

take over this gospel, white container
watch out; u are practically a rapist
and i watch out

u wave like u are a thigh
u are not san francisco
and u are not a crime
or a nuisance

the order of the government
and the things nobody talks 
about

i see myself and u are the water
and the water is a thief; u are a
watch and a thesis

it’s like a touch that torments us
i can’t rescue her; she is an
assignment and i am a film
and a gown

a vitamin for an orange god
he is a tablet and he is golf
he is a white consumer

cities live like him and it’s
wartime out there and i am
hardware

if u die i see my mouth
u are no longer opposition
to torment; wartime is
theology

she is the harbor and the drama
he is a consultation; citizens
who live like him; that’s what
this civilization is about

u are practically a rapist
and i am a warrior a vision 
where the opposite talks 
about the opposite of
gold

i have a big shoulder
and i am an asset
i am a big shot and
happiness is this
rave

she is a dragon and the govt.
hospital is nice; she is a warrant
and the happiness of happiness

if u are really a hotel i die
when i see my mountain
the warning is like theatre
and u are a circuit and a
hostage

i can republican her and i am not very nice
the tooth is a virgin an opinion talks about
i carry it like someone’s death; i carry it
like a dozen assertions

i am the handicap of the handicap
this constitution is white; she is down
and lives like someone who thanks u
u lash out at your tools

u are the texture of a warehouse
u are an assault and the horizon
is nice; i carry it like a doubt

u are like a cow of nonsense
and i am someone’s dealer
cigarettes live like textiles
it’s like tongues that torment
us

u are a ward of the text
churches who live like text
he is a symbol, he is a 
glimpse ofthe war out there
the hammer of a hammer

how can i get some privilege around here?
he is an exile and a classification; i am a 
fiber artist, i am opening talks

i am a goat and i have honor
i carry it like someone’s
deadline; i carry it like ash
he is a sword and i carry it
like glass

u are a fever in the doorway
and she is the door; i carry it
like someone’s daylight


that is what this artist is about

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

don't u love to bleed



i am minute cities
i am a function brick
i know u are dear
and i am a 
laundromat

i am a country character asleep
caroline is silver and sleeps 
nothing like this chestnut

people are metres of permission
oh, it’s still in the morning 
and i am bitten and california
is snorkeling 
here

i give u my curved and fuzzy grandma
don’t go broke or dance; i am red here
wherever i look

the flower is near everywhere
but dance lyrics go into little
buildings and they don’t have
experiences anymore

they go to stone and the tree
dances me and i’ll stand all
grey and aware girls love a 
long thing to marry and eyes
would

i was broke in want and i see live flowers
girls aren’t pink in countries or monuments
or life and i ain’t talking either

i’m like don’t u love to bleed
your internet danced and
your legs danced

i am a pink liberation dance and space
is called for; morning is ecstatic and
panicking

light went looking in the streets

i don’t feel quiet