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The
beginning of the end of my life arrives,
and
I never saw it coming, but now
that
I see, and now
that
it's here, a q..
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I
am desperatelyhomesick for whom
I
used to be, unshackled from a world
I
want no part
untied
to spiritless ghosts of tomorrow waiting ..
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Morning
in the Nursing Home Hallway
White hair is thin like yarmulkes made of years;
weary
spirits, a haunted Greyhound station.
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The
Distinction of Being Alive
I
notice
a
tiny
red
ant
crawling
across
the
kitchen windowsill.
I
hear a branch scrape the window--
..
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***
Shortly
after bumpersaccidentally bump
comes
the blaring of bad-mannered horns,
a cacophony of freeway chaos:cars
stuck,
s..
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The water of the somber harbor lies silent.
and the wealth of resolute men,
men whose fiberglass egosfloat upside downin
swirls of m..
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PUBLISHED IN THE AWAKENING REVIEW SPRING ISSUE 2023
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Haiku
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Inside
this Head
The
term is introvert:
life
inside one's head,
crowded
corners of confusion coupled
withfears
and drea..
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I'm
not Ready
I'm
not ready
to
die.
When
I was young
I
thought
I
was ready;
I
was wrong.
The
same way I was..
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