Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Tag: loneliness

  • Save Our Global Community: Stay…

    The Virus Remember the children’s game “gotcha last”? In our family we played it for hours. It actually drove our mother crazy but we couldn’t help ourselves. The game would stop for hours and then there would be a little subtle finger touch during the dinner hour that one of us would feel all too […]

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  • Musical Chairs

    Musical Chairs

    Musical chairs I feel like we’re playing musical chairs in the world.I am not good at that game. Where can we go? What can we do? Where is it safe? When I was a kid people used to scream at me because I would never leave my chair. If I did it was to slither […]

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  • Happy Birthday Edna St Vincent…

    When you, that at this moment are to meby Edna St. Vincent Millay When you, that at this moment are to meDearer than words on paper, shall depart,And be no more the warder of my heart,Whereof again myself shall hold the key;And be no more—what now you seem to be—The sun, from which all excellences […]

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  • Obsession

    You know what it’s like when you meet someone and you can’t breathe and you feel like someone’s given you a date drug but you know that’s not possible and you keep wanting to stare at the person and you are so self-conscious you can hardly talk? Remember that? Pretty much, most people remember that […]

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  • Travels with Trulia

    Travels with Trulia

    Trulia is my travel agent of emotional escapes and several times a week I am a voyeur into other people’s lives. There are several settings to consider before I go on my trip: price, location, amount of bedrooms and bathrooms, acreage, and one that I always take seriously which is fireplaces. Once I have made […]

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  • Poetry helps lonely kids

  • The Neighbor

    The Neighbor Each morning the dogs walk her down Chestnut Street. Past Taylor’s house, empty lot, red mower for sale($95.00) , Mrs. Alonzo’s dead flower bed, and she’s got makeup on and clothes that are good because it’s time to wear the good clothes. There’s Bob with the two white poodles prancing and Bob prancing […]

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  • Frost..

    Frost..

    Halfway between a breath and a death I met you again. Out of line with the north star Facing east but travelling south unmoored, undone each sky still dusk and dawn only a desire not a song. I was waiting.

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