• Depends What Matters…

    I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
    or what
    but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
    you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
    never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

    I have a question…
    what if that pattern…
    isn’t really one size fits all…

    I think of all the miserable…Read More

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    • Hi Willow, you have packed a lot into your poem. At its heart is the recognition of individuality, as opposed to individualism. We arrive in many different shapes and colors as well as temperaments. For me, it is a social matter, the traditions that arise out of society based on oppression, of class and social distinction and hierarchy, that…Read More

  • The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

    April 28th arrives
    as an infested house,
    a structure trembling
    under the soft, relentless weight
    of everything that crawls,
    buzzes,
    flutters,
    or insists on existing
    in the cracks of the world.

    It is not one kind of bug.
    It is all bugs,
    every species the ending world
    has ever whispered into b…Read More

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  • Just Think

    Walking in with a smile
    Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best

    Walking in with a frown
    Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta

    A tune comes to mind
    “Don’t worry be happy”

    A tune comes to mind
    “Everybody hurts”

    Open the window
    A beautiful butterfly fly in

    Open the window
    A…Read More

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  • A KISS #4

    “Let’s not speak falsely now
    the hour is getting late.”
    (Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
    by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
    sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

    “Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
    -Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

    Th…Read More

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  • Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots

    I saw him in the back of the room
    a wide space between him and the crowd
    no one acknowledged his presence
    he was…a non-entity
    it was a self-imposed exile
    however unintended

    I wanted to feel sorry for him
    sipping his drink in silence
    amidst all the gaiety and laughter
    but I’d felt the brunt…Read More

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    • Such arrogance deserves to be burnt, not fading away, but excised. It’s a strange contradiction, our compassion and empathy, as it sometimes allows such arrogance to exist. It’s not that we shouldn’t have empathy/compassion, we should. But it’s in coming to understand how and when to apply it. I think it’s part of our human journey, our evolving…Read More

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