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I remember how tightly you held me that night. You were afraid to let go- to let me out of your sight. You were scared I would wan..

I sit in my car and I try not to die. I force air through my nose and count backwards from 10, eyes closed, slowly exhaling with ..

People changed in the steamy glow of summer. There was something about the thick air perfumed with magnolias that messed with the chemicals in p..

The view from Maggie’s grimy window was worth getting up at 7:00 on a Sunday morning for. She stood still in her small New York apar..

A poem I wrote when a loved one was in a tough place and needed some advice as to which direction to go in their life.

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