so many words we don’t say acts of protection acts of self-preservation are they unsaid because we fear the words or because we fear the vulnerability behind them so much i want to say i refrain not wanting to scare…
Poetry
if i was there…
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if i was there you could cry on my shoulder you could talk about what hurts you could sit quietly while I hold your hand you might not feel so alone you could lean on me for support if i…
Blinded
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one is blinded by fear and sadness the other by love and hope neither sees the pain they cause the sadness the loneliness the apprehension all of it lost in their own selfish hazes one dwells in the past…
Ode to Yard Work
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I do not like this twinge I feel, So I tell myself it is not real. Ow. It feels like there’s a knife in my back. Perhaps I should give it one good crack. Ow. Now…
Twas the Night of Black Friday
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Twas the night of Black Friday, and all through the towns Eager shoppers had hunted for the best bargains around. They showed up in droves, stood in line before dawn, To ensure they got the deals before they were gone.…