• almost

    I was gonna jump
    but I needed someone to watch
    so I waited
    and while waitin
    the moment passed
    and I forgot why I climbed
    so I came back down
    quieter than I went up

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    I WRITE TO BREATHE

      Sometimes I don’t write for beauty.   I write because if I don’t, I’ll drown in silence. These words—they’re the only air I got left. So if you read me… just know— This ink’s my heartbeat.   For years, I’ve written without pause— sometimes with tears, sometimes with...

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    I moved from Buffalo, NY in January. It got too hard to get around 90% blind. I was so close to having my cataract surgery by February but I also came close to being hit by a car twice....

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  • The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

    She walks on the edge of the wind,
    voice braided with sea and olive,
    each syllable a spark struck
    from the tinder of longing.

    Island-born, where the waves fold
    like a lover’s arm,
    she counts the pulses of hearts
    as though each beat were a star.

    You burn me
    my limbs betray m…Read More

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    • Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt

  • Sensory Memories

    “why are you so addicted to popcorn?”

    because on Saturday evenings…
    when I was small…
    (too young to know of more exciting things…
    like theaters and urban adventures)
    there was a table that became an arena

    where board games and Uno took over
    and we gathered as a family…
    no chores…
    otherwise idle…Read More

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    • Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.

    • Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt

      • There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊

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