poem
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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…
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Of Course, The Tissues In the Backpack Are Always Deep Down At the Bottom, Below Anything Else
To the unyielding man who has no words,not for closeness, not for a journeyto the rugged…
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Oración de Nuestra Señora de las Mercedes
I I slowly emptymy mug of mint tea,disillusioned,following the waves of the cedar—a violent rain can’t…
pi & anne 