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This is Just to Say

I condemn and disavow the violence in Charlottesville where a woman was murdered in the street and Nazis are unapologetic. Forgive me I am so nauseated to learn what we are. I hear the words of those who spread hate, … Continue reading

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  1. Diane says:

    I really appreciated your words today, feeling I live in some other America, not the one I thought. But this ugly thing has been with us always, and you are right, we need to step down, collectively. Trump is keeping the lid up for us to see the foulness, everyone needs a good look. And we need leaders to help make concrete this stepping down. Thank you.

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Liminal Spaces

My lover dwells in the liminal spaces — the stretch of the shore where the tide touches sand; in doorways she dances, on path’s edge, she paces — and twilight’s the moment she’s ever at hand. She straddles horizons and … Continue reading

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Steps Forward

He watches the way her skirt twitches at her hips, long long legs and the sway of particolored curls. She’s a monster when she’s on something, when she’s got it in her teeth and she says I don’t have a … Continue reading

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Do The Damage

He says venomous things that have a life and a barbed stinger of their own. They fly unerring, pierce the skin, and cannot be removed. They poison, and she is shot full of them easily, a soft target, large and … Continue reading

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  1. J. A. Panian says:

    Oh wowch. I quite viscerally feel the sting of this one.
    You have well-conveyed a thing that I know well.

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The Funniest Part

The funniest part is watching them crawl, thinking if they push hard, if they try hard, if they do it just right, if they dance for the gods above them that they will be elevated, that they will be lifted … Continue reading

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