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TASTE THE AIR
Taste the air. Smell the smoke. Feel the grit in the throat. Itchy eyes. Smoky Haze. Yellow jaundiced sky. Pale sun. Sea ice melting. Oceans warming…
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GODS
We are mortal beings, Wanting to be gods, Failing to be human.
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May 2023
CALL TO ARMS
Raise the cry, “To Arms, TO ARMS.” Not to guns or violence, A call to ACTION. Time to lock arms, in a circle, Around our youth, trans, gay, lesbian…
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WHAT IS IT
Found below my picture, on a blog full of hate and bigotry, Trying to define me, label me, without knowing me. I am not an it, Nor am I a thing. I am…
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Happiness is ...
Writing a poem, One that seems to write itself. Hand-possessed guides the pen, Words across the paper. Each word is a brick, Part of a course laid, Rows…
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BREATHE
Breathe in, Cool spring air. Sun streams in low, From the east, Over the trees. Sunrise, New day. Windows wide open, Welcome the fresh in. Listen…
Spring Day, May 7
White cotton candy clouds, Stretched from north to south. Deep bluest of blues, Filling in between Long threads of white. Popcorn yellow sun, Warming…
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The Road
Life is the road, Not the road not taken, We can never know where that lead. Life is the long and winding road, where I walked alone, Not seeing your…
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Inconstant Time
Time is not Constant. It moves slowly, One tick forward two ticks back, When one is full of anticipation. Time moves too fast, When one is happy, And…
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A New Year
What does the new year hold? Many changes. Many opportunities. Many challenges. The future is coming. Today will soon be yesterday. Tomorrow will be…
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My Body is a World
My body is a world unlike any other. Deep valleys carved, by glaciers of despair and experience. Tears pour from clouds of love, storms of rage, wash…
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Homeless in Rome
Walking out of Copperccino’s this morning, I saw a homeless person, Wrapped in a battered quilt, 50 gallon garbage bag on their back, The tolling sound…
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