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Dance of the Dissident Refrain

.. This poem is carrying a sign – hell, no, we won’t go! and finding herself lost in the dark hours of the morning with a grumbling stomach and a busted volume switch. Which way is against the grain? She … Continue reading

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Anti-Love Letter

{Dear John, I’ve moved on.}   You might want to sit down for this, oh most distinguished one. By the time you find this note, this mid -night rote, I will be gone, lost among the stars. See these, my … Continue reading

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Behind Bars

Con -vince me if you can that broken brave is no oxymoron, that we can be swayed toward forgiveness in these silent burning days. That one last glimpse of praise might save us from our midnight sorry selves, our fallen … Continue reading

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Pick Up Sticks

.. One, two Grab your shoes, we’re about to head out into the forest. And there are wolves. Three, four Shut the door. The boogeyman comes out ……..(hungry, quiet) after darkest night. And we just might fool him into thinking … Continue reading

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Chipped Saucers, Tiny Spoons

.. I stop by for a cup of tea and a song, but instead she says We are all a little broken , and I know she’s right, that the glory of us, of this place is in our scars, … Continue reading

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Beautifully Broken

.. Here is where the midnight cracked us, tracked us down and stole our song. Here is where our weary hearts split open, crazy broken on too-thin shattered strings. Here is where the dreams we had as teens (all those … Continue reading

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