April 2020
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a sadness of dreaming
another gray morning I wake from a dream of the end of the world it comes without warning the alarm a deafening buzz as all the bees in the world die in a hum at the end … Continue reading
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Outrage
I’m having a hard time writing. Even morning pages are flat. Few poems, little journaling of any kind. I know I’m not alone in this. I’m exhausted. Of course, that’s my diagnosis: chronic fatigue. But this is different, more than that. My mind, my heart, my heart-mind is exhausted. And I’m outraged,… Continue reading
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sometimes
I see an image online, a head pounds a wall & I think, that’s me, I’m the head & the wall I’m pounding my head against, I’m all those apartments in my dreams that are so difficult to get into, narrow stairways & tiny trap doors mazes of rooms opening one into another … Continue reading

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