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Today, depression feels like Nobody can save me, Only I can save myself, And I can’t save myself. Read more
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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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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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July 1, 2024 The whole entire fucking neighborhood’s on fire, and I don’t know what I’m going to do…
here We the People go, and it’s not just my house, it’s our house, every house all around is burning,and everyone’s doing something different,no one seems to be in charge,no rescue since the fire department’s on fire too, someone’s shouting not to give up, someone’s standingon their rooftop, someone’s inside watching Netflix, someone’spacked and backing Read more
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I’m afraid these are the best that I can do, unpublished, they aren’t good enough, so I can never claim to be a poet. Not true, but shared feeling among many poets. Read more
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He wakes to find the ivory towerhe’d sealed himself into some time agonow held him captive, his spouse the prison guard, not the perfect princess she had been. While staring out the window one dark night,he sees a bird across the way singingand calls it with a promise of his love,in return for something he’s 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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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
Words from Inside My Head 