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10 Lessons I’ve Learned During My 40 Years

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

  Only invite an exclusive group into your home/life. Not everyone needs to know what you have. We work so hard that unless we built a substantial relationship years ago, it’s difficult to find friends of substance now. And that’s okay–It’s … Continue reading →

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Crumbled Up (poem and photography)

Posted on April 13, 2017 by

My sky crumbled up, taking the last breath from my parasitic twin. Silence twisted. Still I grieve you.    

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Crumbling Blue (poetry + photography)

Posted on April 3, 2017 by

  I forgot how the day gives solace,  but the moon vows to haul us to that unspoken place– You crumbled blue to the base where weeds grew.  

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Poem: I Saw Fire and Ice

Posted on January 20, 2017 by

My black-outs blinked bats / behind unmedicated styes. . . Continue reading →

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Analyzing Becky With the Good Hair

Posted on April 28, 2016 by

“Oh, my, God. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total … Continue reading →

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A Reflection: Manufacturing Poetry

Posted on April 27, 2016 by

I knew I couldn’t do it. But I tried. I tried my damnedest too. April was considered to be National Poetry Writing Month with the goal of writing one poem per day. I couldn’t do this. During this past month … Continue reading →

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Poetry and That Dark Place

Posted on April 7, 2016 by

My old license plate read: POET. Driving around was always a pleasure–everyone would speak with me at traffic lights and say they were supposedly a poet, too; or, could I recite a poem to them (as if I always had … Continue reading →

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