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Tug-of-Words

.. This poem is a struggle, a red hot mess. It needs a life vest, a straight jacket, a kick in the pants and a hat to hang homeward. This poem needs a snuggle. A hug. Some small shrug to … Continue reading

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This Poem

. This poem is pooped, stooped low and begging for a slow burn, a quiet turn of phrase that might just sizzle. This poem (fo’ shizzle) has nothin’ new to say, no la-di-da way of making sense of its own … Continue reading

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