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  • 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

      • I fear that we’re rapidly approaching that time when women and those of color have few rights again. The number of bumper stickers I’ve seen with “Make women property again” make me sick. And this country is terrifying me more every day. It’s time for big change indeed. Thank you, Curt

  • 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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    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...

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    Crying In My Sleep

    Every night... I cry when I sleep  with no one to chase away the bad dreams,  mend any of the hurts,  the silent screams or the broken heart  that continually bleeds.   Time and again, when dreaded night comes,  I cry in my sleep,  grind my teeth...

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