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Read MoreThere is a Cheyenne word for the act of preparing the mouth to speak like the moment cloud guts open above plains, before damnation floods Hinged, beneath the softest decibels Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving Our hearts stopped for one thousandth of a second, sisters...
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I genuflect to the beautiful reply and inherent kindness. Heartfelt thanks Roma. Never really been able to articulate losing them in the same week. There was a joint funeral and I was tasked with supplying the epitaph and music. They travelled to ash to the disco thrum of Abba! Mum would have loved that.
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Read MoreBallerinas of glassdiamond scatter upon kitchen floor Bottles sink from handsas submarines failing to find home At the hospice karaokeinvitations to dance die like whisperswithin photograph framesbeside the coldest beds Mindy McCready tribute actlocked drunk jaw to the theatreat end of furthest...
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Sounds like her mind was all over the place and things got out of hand
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my scribbles often jag around like a crap jigsaw puzzle. the mindy stanza is just illustrative of troubled music souls. melissa was just an exploitative douche (i was 24, she was 40) and she played me like a guitar.
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Third stanza is amazing. Hospice Karaoke to me is representative of the routines folks get into before they pass when they are at those facilities. It is a reminder of how life is already gone before it actually is.
Your jigsaw puzzles are quite creative and fun to try to put together.
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I’m pleased you find some creativity within the puzzles. Pleasure to meet you J.
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Pleasure to meet you, Ghosteen. I am a transplant from WC, was on that since 2008.
I am liking it here so far, and getting some inspiration to start banging the keys again.
j.
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If our minds rust…pieces will fall away…memories might be gone and that could be sometimes a good thing and at others a bad thing.
I felt the emotion here…you lent it to me while I was reading.
j.
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Read MoreDressed in blue overalls and stout boots, socks turned over their knotted bows, she walked slowly, looking at not only the shrubs and flowers but three much loved maples. Their places in the garden had been carefully chosen as...
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I guess you won’t be surprised to know that I envisioned you walking in that garden, and not someone fictitious. I see there is beauty here, but also a bit of sadness. Maybe it’s because I suspect the knife’s owner might not still be with us… or that flower being the last.
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A haunting, beautifully layered meditation on loss, memory, and ritual. The imagery is vivid and intimate, moving effortlessly between grief, remembrance, and fleeting moments of connection. The poem lingers like smoke, both tender and unflinching.