poem
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Second Skin
Tuck yourself in. The blanket is your hoodie,this is just a dream. At night, we callall…
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Even this …
Even this cannot prevent depression but it made sure I didn’t end up dead Hewho is…
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the empty hand
the empty hand you wantthat no one is(allowed to be)too differentbut you(because you are)make that the…
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two pieces of straw
two pieces of straw you wanteverybody to be different(to be allowed to be)and you want meto…
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fear wants to
fear wants tohold my handbackfrom writingagainst hate the timesof violence arebackin our yard,Mr. Chaplin language—butthe heartshould…
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Writing—because.
So much has happened. In the world. Next door. In my family. Writing has always been…
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Compass Needlework
It has been a long while since I’ve shared anything on my blog. Maybe it is…
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Get your copy of Don’t Write About The Moon :)
So, my book is now available! You can find all the information about it here on…