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    Reflection

    Reflection   Across the scuffed wood of this quiet booth,I slide a steaming mug toward your hands.You look so small, swallowed by that coat,Your eyes a restless map of practiced fear.I watch you stir the sugar, dark and deep,As steam...

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    • This is a very powerful piece, Kay, but I would ask you not to use capital letters at the start of a line that is a continuation of the preceding line; it makes the reader stop unsure if this is part of the line above or a new thought. And use punctuation wisely, as a tool to guide the reader when needed. The better the flow, the more enjoyable is the read. This piece is very good as it is, and you need not change a thing; but try my suggestions and see how it feels.

      I wonder: are you actually addressing another person — or yourself? It seems to me you are bucking up your own courage, but I could be wrong. It works either way. Nice work, my friend.
      FD

    • Thank you, Flatdaddy. I wholeheartedly agree with you. and I am speaking to myself (older me to younger me(

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    A Song to Myself

    A Song To Myself           “just let it be, let it go              why don’t you be you               and I’ll be me….”  James Bay     A December moon rose with bitterness, a sea...

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    • This is so beautiful. You still write to her.

      • Yes, I still write. When we first met back in college, I began writing her love poems. One of her girlfriends asked me if I would always write her poetry and I told her and the woman I would marry, “I will always write you poetry”. But I stopped, “life” was my excuse. We did not last (5 years total), not because of the poetry, but we began to see life differently and she got a boyfriend instead of us trying to fix things. But, always writing her poetry became a metaphor for my mistakes in our relationship, the things that I did wrong and contributed to our splitting up. I was more the “typical man” and had to learn the hard way to consciously give that shit up. I have believed that it has been this learning process about patriarchy that has made me more humane and a better human being. So yes, I still write her poetry because I never want to forget and want to continue seeing women with mutual respect and equality, as full human beings. Thank you Fia for reading and your kind words.

    • I just finished reading this and wow. It is so moving.
      Squeezes my heart while reading.
      And reading your reply to Fia made this piece even more special.
      I feel very lucky to have read this today. It’s fragile and beautiful all at the same time.
      Can’t say enough about it:)
      Thanks for sharing

      • Thank you, Adelphina. I really appreciate your comment and happy you found it moving. I often think about her, how she’s doing, is she happy, wondering how her life has been. She has always held a piece of my heart. Thanks again, I hope you are well Adelphina.

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    (I will always love you, my heart.)

    I read a poem that evoked a tear
    a single, trembling drop
    that spun me backward,
    into shadows of what was
    and the ever-present numbness
    of could-have-beens.

    25 days to go…
    The air tastes different now,
    heavier with memory,
    as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
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  • MaryJane’s Last Dance

    It was day 23 of Poetry Month
    when you walked through the door,
    And I said,
    “Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
    as my eyes landed on
    that party dress;
    thigh high red with
    a side slit stare, and
    I was pulled into your sway.
    MaryJane delights
    played in my mind,
    like how smoke and fog
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    and we be…Read More

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  • Hello Me
    It has been a while
    You reached a plateau
    traveling many miles

    What you failed to do
    Is see what is occurring around you

    Or you’re choosing not
    Not to see
    Not to hear
    Not to “oh my” share??

    Me this can not be
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