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Immortality

I live here in this room. Alone. Metaphorical room, I mean. You, who read this, are here in the room with me, and I’m speaking to you. While you read this, we simultaneously occupy a speck of space in the … Continue reading

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Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

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The Mystery of Being Human

I was watching The Voice recently, and Sia was the guest performer. I said, “Well, there’s that chick with the shaggy dog hair gimmick.” She killed with her song, her voice, her singing. I’ve seen her before, but I hadn’t … Continue reading

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Floundering Through It

I flounder through this life of mine. I’d say, “I’ve lived haphazardly,” but I don’t mean “aimlessly.” I have always had an aim: poetry, writing, art. Yet, here I am, going gray and still trying to get “there.” I haven’t … Continue reading

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Crazy Poets

When I was a freshman in high school, a thousand years ago, I was walking home after school with my sister, who was a sophomore, and a friend of ours, who was my age. Marina (not her real name) was … Continue reading

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Art Gives My Life Meaning, But I Need Ducats

So, did you look up at the sky and see the comets last month? I looked, but didn’t get to see them. The sky was overcast. 😦 Besides, I live in a city, and cities pollute the night with light. … Continue reading

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(About) Poetry and Me

I used to think Emily Dickinson lived a beautiful life, shut away in her room, writing poetry, secluded, solitary, reclusive. As a teenager, I thought, What a great way to live! For most my life I believed that. I envied … Continue reading

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