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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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Assholes and Narcissists

I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve thought about it, but couldn’t “get here”. There was an invisible barrier. I mean, it’s just opening the computer, logging in, and–boom, get to it. But, psychologically, it’s more than that. It’s a … Continue reading

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Rebel Writers (plus a poem – Sinner)

I said I didn’t want to continue writing here. I haven’t made up my mind yet: should I stay or should I go? I had a dream last night about poets. Not academic poets, but rebel poets, free spirit poets, … Continue reading

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Strange Night – a poem

Strange Night It’s a starry night. I dream I sleep on a bed of straw. Crows fly across a yellow field, cawing, headed toward me. The chair in my room is empty. I saw you sit there in my dream. … Continue reading

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The Beat Goes On (and a poem)

Summer is on its last legs. I hate to see it end. It’s been a long summer. It’s been a short summer. It was great. It was horrible. It started out good, really good. Then I ran into disappointment, then … Continue reading

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Up to the Mic, and into the Light

I’m listening to Must Be the Season of the Witch, by Donovan. A song that came out in 1966, a few months before I was buried, I mean, married. I was sixteen. April, the month I was born, there will … Continue reading

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Strange Night, a poem

He started saying, “Sometimes I think I’m going to lose you.” It surprised me. Why would he say this? Why would he think this? There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to spend the rest of my life … Continue reading

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