Poetry
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A Road Not Taken
A road not taken wasforty years ago – to trust my motherhear her advicefire the therapistwho honed my resentment against her. If I did, ... -
Strawberry Guillotine
Omnichannel— It’s the new word. The buzz, the bee— Be everywhere— Omnipotent Omnipresent On every channel, every feed— Feed the algorithm Words— Not fruit. ... -
What is Life?
I’m awakened by the piercing sound of woeful screams The wind has stopped in recognition of a loss The sun has dimmed her smile ... -
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My Mother’s Memory
Transforms dark moments into lessons, villains into wistful masters. Her memory chases ghosts away and clears spiderwebs in my heart. She enriches my emotional ... -
Pursing Secrets
Pursing secrets, they lay their purple bed along the fringes of Mother Earth’s luscious lips – a cover up. Well below, in the magma ... -
Chocolate for Migraines
First it was cramps Grinding, debilitating cramps Tying my abdomen in An impossible sailor’s knot And out came the heating pad— A thick, orange ... -
Adoption Did That To Me
I have sweet childhood memories. The trips, the adventures, the family time. It was all magical Adoption did that to me. I called ... -
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