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Category Archives: Poetry
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I have been considering kintsugi, and how we heal ourselves, we who are no longer whole, and if we can be beautiful and flawed and flawed and beautiful. I have considered my scars, not golden, not…
Life’s too short Tooth’s too long Horses snort Answer’s wrong. Eyes too bright Pool’s too deep Bra’s too tight He’s too cheap. Sky’s too high Feet too smelly Words can lie Too tight belly Stream beds trickle chewing gum sticks … Continue reading
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.