Fifty
Fifty Look back,there are no bluebellsin my tracks—of course, I’m notpart of a novel. A long-drawn-out soundfrom the wind in the poplars,the earthin freckles of shade,and I stand far, far…
Even this …
Even this cannot prevent depression but it made sure I didn’t end up dead Hewho is silken,who is contrapuntal,a wooden spoon: The word isone-room apartment reefor mingling octopuses,licking salt from…
Why I admire Jane Austen so deeply …
… and passionately – like a deep pocket that, for some reason, no designer of women’s trousers has ever incorporated. Just think about it. Jane Austen’s characters are, as we…
the empty hand
the empty hand you wantthat no one is(allowed to be)too differentbut you(because you are)make that the normforgettingyouare different toowhich only makes you differentand yetnot betteror that this impliesyou’re proven rightto…
two pieces of straw
two pieces of straw you wanteverybody to be different(to be allowed to be)and you want meto be allowed to bethat wayif I just want to be(I am)a different kind ofthat…
fear wants to
fear wants tohold my handbackfrom writingagainst hate the timesof violence arebackin our yard,Mr. Chaplin language—butthe heartshould listentoo the smallactspile upthere is a rightand consequences ant trails—I want toassure youthere is…
Linking and shifting between poetry and music
A remarkable number of well-worn wallsonce paintedwith loveand love. Early in my social media times I began adding a link to a piece of music to each of my poems.…
Writing—because.
So much has happened. In the world. Next door. In my family. Writing has always been a conversation with the world on the outside and within, to make sense of…
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