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In the
first house I lived in there was a stonewall of stacked stones. Gray on dark
gray. And then some more gray. Standing 20 or so feet tall. Past..
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Late
in the day, the sun seems tired. There are hushed whispers in the wind.
Lullabies in the trees. As if the earth below is trying to rock the sun..
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Dear
man in the sky, bruce almighty, or evan almighty, whichever one was the better
movie. Either way, you made the man from driving miss daisy the ..
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So I
wondered in the empty space in Church one day, “Do I ask the lower case ’t’,
the oxygen molecules, or some other deity I wasn..
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Part
1:
The aftermath of a revolution birthed a
Sisterhood that built schools for girls, hoping for a free t-shirt, but did
needle point inste..
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Late
in the day
The
sun seems tired. Hushed whispers in the wind. Lullabies in the trees. As if the
earth below is trying to rock the sun to sle..
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In the haze of lost memory or maybe in remembrance of memories lost, I began my quest through deserts and jungles, through the most terrifyingof storm..
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My sister and I would lie in the son.
We freckled instead of tanned
With blotchy elbows and knees,
And mudd..
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I am Adult,
But would rather be child.
Whimsical caresses of the summer sun,
Obsolete in grown winter g..
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A poem about home
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