Tag: loneliness

  • The Introvert

                                                   Introvert I can’t tell people I like how it is now: “Da Viwus” as Rosemary calls it, the restlessness gone.  No days of yoga,  no decisions, few people, puppy watching the main activity. I only want to see children swim in the pool making light of alligators and yellow cheese slices made of plastic […]

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  • My new book

    My new book

    Available now on Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/Favorite-Lucinda-Watson/dp/1936135981 Support your favorite poet and buy my book from Amazon or your favorite bookstore!

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  • I am working today

    I am working today

  • Listening Two

    I would highly recommend learning the art of invisibility at a young age. Today’s world is crowded. It’s useful to sit still,  breathing but not moving your ribs. At this time levitation may be possible  which is helpful. Taking notes is useful. it’s in the details one learns the ropes and listening to neighbors in […]

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  • Listening I would highly recommend learning the art of invisibility at a young age. It’s useful to sit still breathing but not moving your ribs. Taking notes.. It’s in the details one learns the ropes and listening to neighbors in hotel rooms is lesson number four. To cries, whispers, the click of locks, learning what […]

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  • Reading Vol de Nuit

    vimeo.com/436968130 Reading “Vol de Nuit”

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  • Vol de Nuit

    Vol de Nuit

                  Vol de Nuit “This is your captain speaking” I hear as I look around my seat and curiously push the dimly lit buttons with the diagrams on them of what I may want to do for the next 10 hours.  I love the deep voice of the captain especially when he’s British: so reassuring […]

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  • Reading of Lust

    Reading of Lust

  • Wasp Homelife

    Wasp Homelife

    “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we bury the upper crust. “

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  • Lust

    I feel lust when It should be dust I feel lust when I should feel like dust, too much testosterone according to my Geriatrician. I can’t help myself. Fireman make my mouth water.  I put on rubber gloves, a mask, a lab coat, and go to Brice’s house for a drink last Friday (we’ve been […]

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