Strange things
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to use any words other than those ratified by the media as reasons for what happened to the ear of the ex-president;Violent. Loner. Diabolical. Democrat. Republican. Don’t say sorrowful, wasted, ruined to describe the person, who,at 17, may have donated money to a progressive group on the day a Democratic president was sworn in; don’t ask why Read more
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Years later, I can see how the thing that was us would work, but then, I doubted, promised, took the ring, but didn’t work. When you’re very young, the results are predictable, you try hard, but with no support, winging it, doesn’t work. Looking back, a pattern emerges, and one mistake leads to another, tangled on Read more
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a living grandfather for my children, a figure more in proportion, curly auburn hair that could grow waist length, an early master’s degree in poetry, a fifth or tenth or twentieth anniversary, a way to eradicate the impact some Read more
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There’s plenty of time, I think, as if I werea youngster of thirty or forty or fifty or sixty,to do whatever’s on my wish list: a visit abroad,work on my book of poems; take a vacation somewhereI haven’t been. Then I stumble across a poem someone’swritten about caring for their dear mom, the fragility,the frequent Read more
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1991, Based on a true story. My employer, experiencing an unanticipated economic crisis,offered me this option, lose my job ortake on two. Newly back from childbirthleave, of course I chose the latter, and sothere I was, babe in hand, steering a smallrental van, on the way to a trade show inChicago, where I’d be singly setting 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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There once was a woman killed in the woods by a bear she’d caught and trained to dance to songs she’d written for him. The lyrics were slightly strained, but he was most pissed off by the music, for if he was to dance, he wanted to do it to songs of his own. Bears Read more
Words from Inside My Head 