where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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I swing in a mini skirt and pill box hat, cat-eyes and pompadour hair, wild in my Stiletto-heeled shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress with th...
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This week has allowed me to get back in the swing of things to use a cliche that I adore. This particular cliche allows me to be vague with ...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
Happy April. I am currently working on this month's series "you don't remember anything, even though you were there." ov...
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Working on my book as of late. A good 1/4 of it is finished. Will update with more information closer to publication.
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I took a week off from writing this lovely, to take a bite out of a creamy, syrupy, delicious chunk of my memoir. I have begun to tackle the...
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shake up my heart and flavor your life it is full of holes. you cannot see me for I am brow deep in my old pain and I cannot speak because I...
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where I'm coming from- you cannot "see"-self-blinded- and not listening.
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
Poets United Contributor
Sadly true...
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true words.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
There are things the blind can see better than the sighted, but those who've blind themselves see little, if anything.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteHaiku Poems
So true, beautiful. You are so good capturing emotion and depth into a few lines
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