Poetry

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A Bedridden Weekend

He’s waited on me hand and foot what more could I ask of Him? but that look. The look in

Truth

Watching the World Shake with Much Madness

 Act 1, Scene 1 Who prays for your water droplets?   Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill

Healing

The day my head fell off…

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in

The Stage

The Muses in Order by Appearance Tru Bey: The Scientist Nahdee Shula (Nadie): The Gypsy Queen Nadira: Universe E. English (Egypt English

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Reflections of a Porcelain Plate Spinner

At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now, for the

HealingMemoirs

Building a Life Outta Cardboard Boxes and Suitcases

You have to learn how to move your shit around.      A lot. And how to toss the shit

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Letters to May #734

Love Loc’d by Frank May © Everyday I am deeper in love with you –heart stops– another piece of her

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It’s Our World

We are the light which all insects flock to. E.E. 2012 año uno completo

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