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back then, in Spring as if newly budding leavessprouted from my branches; in Summer, happilybreezing and whispering about; then in Fallwearing unmuted colors to surprise the eyes.These days, when after my nap I awaken,fading hair frazzled and unruly, lookingmore like a Buckeye in Winter,hairless limps unwilfully gone wild,creaking against the ill winds,more often I’m mistakenfor Read more
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stating that the views I shared don’t coincide with theirs, Read more
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Someday, will I be lying on my deathbed, sorry for all this time I’ve wasted writing about doing nothing? Read more
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You found the tattered bird’s tenacity so amazing and uplifting you could not resist reaching out a hand to offer unannounced and unexpected a tender scrap of your admiration. The startled thing reacted by shrieking back at you, then flying away and landing on a nearby branch where it kept on screeching until you backed Read more
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he left on tiptoe feetcame with noise of laughing friend-voices, bursts of orange-red-yellowsunlight, slap-cracking screen doorsleft once, returned and left andcame back again,muffled in velvet Paisleylike soft confusion,he went.try to tell him, just try,it’s not the leaving that hurts,it’s the continual return,coming back and being had,of sand once white now strewn withentwined arms and legs Read more
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Freeverse with some semi-rhymes If you find yourself frequently talking to others about somebody else, about something they’ve often or recently said or done, rolling your eyes as you describe how they overreact or are too sensitive, then go into detail as you tell of some incident that had happened between the two of you as you Read more
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I’d rather show you my cartoons than read my outloud poetry in the same room. If we could read our poetry to each other over the phone maybe my uncertainty wouldn’t show. (you might suspect it in the waning of my voice, but I could always say it’s because we have a bad connection. Read more
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Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on, I pace about and draw the drapes, and say there’s nothing I can do, except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more
Words from Inside My Head 