Posts
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Flowers in the Concrete
I love when flowers grow out of cracks in the concrete
When green ivy scales a building's blank brick wall
When little pieces of God's brilliant light
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A Jumble of Words
My brain is a jumble of words
a puzzle of thoughts and feelings that I struggle to put together
a tangle of ideas that never reach my tongue
I used to wish for a filing system
Loves
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Yellow Chucks and Colorful Bracelets
I feel like I’m losing
Who I am;
I feel like she’s slipping away from me, one
Comment at a time, one
Heartless joke, one
Unmeant,
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That First Snow Feeling
the first snow
always elicits a sense
of wonder
in me
a feeling that
everything is new again
and that the world
is being reborn
entering a new phase
in its annual cycle
of growth
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Size-11 EB Garamond
My words don't come
in anything other
than my voice, and
my voice doesn't come
in size-12 Times New Roman;
It comes in butterfly wings and
cluttered poems and ideas that