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A List (poem)

The half-written poem. The half read book. The song left on pause. The bed rumpled on one side. The violin lessons started. The fall recital held but never the spring. A list of things begun and left undone. A list... Continue Reading →

I hate that your last images of me Were of me at my worst. I hope you remember me at my best. The way I was, Before the disappointment.

Regrets (poem)

Regrets can swallow you whole if you let them. What could've been, What should've been, If only I'd- Perhaps if I'd only- Regrets can swallow you whole if you let them. So I let them. Wave after wave until I'm... Continue Reading →

Strut (Prose)

She walked from her daily bus to her home. Her walk, as usual uneventful. But as she walked she watched her shadow. The shadow bounced. It's footsteps were rhythmic and lively. Who was this woman? The woman with the confident... Continue Reading →

There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →

Marie is…(poem)

I 'm a first generation American, The child of immigrants from Caribbean shores. I'm honest, though prone to filter to save people's feelings. I'm loyal and I wish more people could reciprocate that. I'm either hot or cold for people.... Continue Reading →

The Beholder (micropoem)

"Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason If seeing is beholding, what do you see? If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what do you see? If... Continue Reading →

Closed Eyes, Closed Heart (poem)

“The mountains are so dominant that some days the people refuse to look at them as children turn away from the fathers who beat them” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason Exhaustion. The feeling I feel when faced the... Continue Reading →

River Worn (micropoem)

“The hardest part is when the river is too swift and goes underground for days on end” ~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason Where does the flow go? When the inspiration dries up, When the lines don't fit quite right,... Continue Reading →

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