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  CAROLYN BEATRICE PARKER It was a silvery metal ⠀⠀⠀⠀in a dark room blue-skewed glow excited by decay Did Carolyn Parker ⠀⠀⠀⠀hold the polonium in her hands did she ever breathe it in? working government top-secret with this radioactive element —The Dayton Project— research and development ⠀⠀⠀⠀during World War II part of the Manhattan Project building the first atomic bombs Parker ⠀⠀⠀⠀first Black woman in the U.S. ⠀⠀⠀⠀to have a postgraduate degree ⠀⠀⠀⠀in physics two master’s—the other in mathematics dedicated, hardworking, afire little is known of her work within...
  • julio 14, 2021
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DAYS LIKE TODAY I am not old, but I am worn down and frayed at the edges and I wonder at what age will I say: take me away — let me shed my skin, release all my atoms— let them fall apart still sparking, show me the place where they can separate and stop their spinning— de-fused, diffuse, drift off, sink into the moist earth, seep into the pulsing womb where bandicoots probe while we sleep— soil-dappled snouts carrying bits of me away under the dark branches, glinting...
  • julio 9, 2020
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