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Category Archives: Poetry
I enjoy the cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee. That I’m one … Continue reading
“I guess I have been holding back some of my resentment. I’m in a nice normal poetry group on the outside and they love to laugh at my funny lines. This isn’t a therapy group–far from it. It’s a nice … Continue reading
Most times words miss their mark. They rain down in torrents, oblivious to us and us to them, not even in our existential language. We feel bruised by them, misused, overcome as though embattled. How, then,is it even possible … Continue reading
She couldn’t let him know her heart had turned to stone, that she was through. She wouldn’t want him to feel he wasn’t worth living for. She shouldn’t feel like she did. So she didn’t.
A list? I’m pist. Never was told how to write one of those. Let’s see— A List? I’m just cleaning out here now, dealing with the blood folks Coleman, Craighead and Buckman; Bassett, Regester and the old pirate Drake; Lovelace … Continue reading
If I should die while I’m awake will I go seeking absolution, dragged down by the shackles of sin in my swollen belly, or ship out soundlessly from my berth into the eternal matrix where sins are but a fleet … Continue reading