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Category Archives: poetry
Still Processing
I used the word “death” the other day. Out loud, in general conversation. It was the first time I didn’t avoid it. Even writing it now, I feel the familiar lump forming. I wonder if that feeling will … Continue reading
Posted in Free-writing, Live and Learn, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged death, grief, integrity throughout the process, transmuting grief
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Maddening: Yeah it is
Maddening – when I must write. How I can have a million words in my mind, none worthy to say. An internal dialogue that I can never shut down with no one clear story to tell. Notebook in hand with a … Continue reading
Posted in Free-writing, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged daily prompt, the daily post, writers block, writing
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On the matter of lives
Fear and Hate Hate and Fear Where there is one The other is near. One sees Black One sees Blue Can you see me And I’ll see you? From the same Divinity There is no them There is … Continue reading
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Tagged all lives matter, black lives matter, fear and hate, love, poetry
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Here in Love
Will you spend your here and now with me? Where yesterday is but a memory And tomorrow, too far away to see Right here and now where there’s only we The only place I want to be Is right here … Continue reading
Speaking of Fathers . . . This one was Grand
I can envision so clearly my grandfather sitting on the couch. Me sitting behind him on the back of the couch. Reaching into his front shirt pocket, next to his eyeglass holder and pen and grabbing his comb. I would … Continue reading
Pause for a breath
Every moment I can be reborn. Every moment is fresh and new. The world of all possibilities is before me. If I can let go. Each breath can be taken with an awareness. A breath in can bring health and … Continue reading
