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Category: Poetry
Portrait of Alzheimer’s [Poetry]
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The Wizard of Odds [Poetry]
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The Mountain [Poetry]
The mountain stands tall, penetrating the sheets of snow that cradle our blue skies. Those same sheets glue their seed on to the mountain, covering it in security. It stands impenetrable and proud, in fear of nothing and no one. I wish I could be a mountain. Resting eternally, cold and beautiful and admired by…
Eat Red Grapefruit With Your Hands [Poetry]
Cut it in half and half again. Eat it all now or save some for later. Use your hands. Let the succulent juice run sticky on your fingers, cheeks, lips and nose. Feel the flavorful pulp touch your tongue, fill your mouth, and slide down your throat. Peel back the thin layer separating the segments….
The Motherer [Poetry]
Sometimes, you just don’t know what to say. The underlying fear is, you’ll drive them away. The knowledge you’ve gathered over a lifetime, Means little, or nothing, on their timeline. If you spew what you believe is sage advice, They might respond with an air cold as ice. You implore them to value this one…
Ontology [Poetry]
We build our realities on just the skeleton of what we see, and we speak in hieroglyphics, and the prison door is open, but we sit in there waiting because after seeing the world through bars for so long, that’s the only way it looks right. Freedom ain’t no gift; it’s a curse; it’s a…
The Reunion [Poetry]
I met myself when I was twenty as a young girl long ago. We talked and listened to each other, understood what made us so. We were fond of friends and family. I remember that quite well. The arts and science, dance and drama–we enjoyed them, I could tell. Yet, Dead End signs were…
Lamenting Loves: A Duet [Poetry]
Our Symphony My heart beats like a metronome keeping time to our rhythmic movement as the tempo ever increases to the crescendo ending. Between Us The divide between us cannot be measured by miles as I lie next to you in the darkness. Only inches between us, you might as well be a…
All I Have is Me [Poetry]
When the problems and the pressures start piling up on me When the laments and the laundry get so high that I can’t see. When the hungries and the hassles invade my liberty It’s then I must remember that all I have is me. A husband may pack up or die; the kids will grow…
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