Pandemic
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Thanksgiving 2020
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Snapshot Poem 12 November 2020
Tuesday we woke to high lines of snow along the birch limbs out our bedroom window. Two days later snow has congealed to slush balls that fall to the ground with thuds. Frost shadows rest across grass and asphalt. Sky changes mood from fog to blue. They are counting votes again … Continue reading
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Anger
I am angry. I was taught that anger is a secondary emotion. What is primary? Sadness, helplessness, fear. Grief. Rage. I was a believer. I believed in the American Dream, as a goal, as a destination. I fought for it, in my way. Some on the street, in demonstrations, but mostly in the therapy room.… Continue reading
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300,000
I follow these numbers with dread. Why do I follow them? It feels like a duty, an obligation. The only way I know to acknowledge these deaths, of people I have not met, people I have not loved. Funerals I will not attend, and mostly, funerals that will not occur for many months. Today the… Continue reading
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