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Slug By Erin L George He winds down the days with breath, delayed " “Fetch me my tea!” I can hear him, sucking down a joint. His..

Rising from Ashes by Erin L George From rubble, where breath comes slow and her eyes are closed she'll rise. Lifting thick hips from a saggy co..

Tiny Towns By Erin L George I’ve lost entire continents and countries Their lazy slumbers not following fast enough Me. Into night. I c..

My cynic has come out to play - boo ha ha ! ;-)

My first attempt at spoken word poetry. Best when read aloud.

Self-Portrait, as a praying mantis By Erin L George I, with long legs cut on temptation And fingers fine enough to pick lint from peaches Wil..

Lobster Boy His skin is that of an angry lobster About to be steamed (or just past it and on the plate). His eyes are looking at me (mean)...

Letting go and Growing Up

How freeing to finally be able to find the words to write about it!

For my perfect seashell.