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November
A day as grey as
the clouds above it
And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light
with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence
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Safe space
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
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Charcoal
Charcoal
is our preferred method
with which to sketch our days
thick, dark swaths of pigment
that smear and make their mark
unapologetically
abstract, flowing, influential
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Excerpt From 'The Man with the Mirror Face
When I was very little, my Mom took me on a trip to Arizona. She was strong back then, a long-time hiker just like my dad was when the two still knew each other.
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Play Pretend
You can't rule with an imaginary crown,
we left the real ones on the shelf in Great Britain,
hundreds of years ago.
We left to be free,
we the people would love to be free.
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Am I doing this right?
Am I doing this right?
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?Was it lost in translation because I was never popular?
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?