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Fly Like an Eagle

Awakened by the scent of angry winds... her heart thrills in anticipation Others flee but not she Instead...rising to greet the hysterical storm below Opening her wings welcoming the screams closing her eyes as she’s lifted by raging winds to... Continue Reading →

Truth Still Counts

I refuse to forget the days when the truth was irrefutable when it was nailed to our foreheads and burned through our tongues I refuse to accept the greasy pole of reasoning that beats its own drum while insisting that... Continue Reading →

Follow the Tears

Sometimes there’s a pressure in your chest it might sit there like a rock or threaten to burst out (like some alien thing) ....and it won’t go away If you choose to visit this pressure if you dare to come... Continue Reading →

Nostalgia on a Park Bench

A park bench daring to close just one eye -as history sidles up to me “Remember freedom? Without the handcuffs of the social-distance police in your periphery?” I sigh....... as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh of my mask... Continue Reading →

I’m Listening…

Tell me... do your thoughts require a leash..and  does your mouth engage your brain...regularly? When your anger is stirred.... does it coil itself under your skin.... or fizzle out....quietly? Do your hopes wake you with the urgency of a fire... Continue Reading →

“Faith Unites Us All”

Faith...so small barely seen a grain of sand or a mustard seed But It’s enough .....to climb Everest (or get out of bed) .....to swim across oceans (or simply make it through the day) .....to beat the darkness (and hold... Continue Reading →

The Slave-Master of Words

Does the poet not do violence to her words in that charged ether that bears witness to the pulling, the pushing and the pernicious placement of letters pleading to be left alone? She ignores their cries of woe daring them... Continue Reading →

Distracted Days

I wonder at the world in which we live.  Distracted days filled with the inane chatter of the putting away of crowns by princes- while floods steal the lives of innocents next door. Where human torches blend with the fiery... Continue Reading →

Moot Questions

If there were questions to be asked of me they would be- why I choose to cloak  myself in words and why I encourage the torrid affair between pen and paper (in my home) or even why I don’t simply... Continue Reading →

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