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Tag: truth

  • Maybe Someone Else

    Maybe someone else was supposed to be hereMaybe someone elsemakes you breakfast in bedMaybe someone elsewill give you what you needMaybe someone elsewill make you happyMaybe someone else…Maybe someone else…Maybe someone else…Maybe it’s someone else…Or maybe it’s me…Or maybe it’s me.

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  • Gray Man

    She holds her tongue for a gray man with a smoking jacket that whispers ‘I love you’s’. She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands, and mornings with unbrushed teeth. She holds onto passionate kisses and long embraces under sheets that heat up to a thousand degrees. She presses…

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  • Say It Plain

    vacant eyes search for a signI could be magnetic and willing,but he doesn’t regard the ocean depths of me, the aching for more, for poetry–ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.talks of our daily routines, the weather,adding comic relief and little simplicities–but he doesn’t observemy profound need for intimacy.to stand there in front of mesearching for…

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  • I Swear I Won’t Mourn You

    I swear I won’t mourn you I won’t miss the days Of snuggling up to you Of you kissing away my fears Of the long phone calls talking about our days They never happened anyway I won’t miss the time you visited And baked my favorite dish And watched the kids while I went for…

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  • Portrait of Disappointment

    Many thanks to the editors of Mid-Atlantic Review for publishing my poem, Portrait of Disappointment, as one of their featured poems. You can now listen to my reading of the poem below. after Joni Mitchell* after years of hoping things would change giving in to “well, that’s the way it is,” look me in the eyes…

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  • Give Me Back My Time

    Once upon a time all I had was time, all we had was time, time to wait for our time, It was declared that our time will come. Perhaps in a few years, then suddenly it was here.All the time before became a distant memory. All we had in front of us was our time.…

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  • Rising Waters

    soft rolling waves lap the shoreline,suddenly crash rapidly upon you. such tenderness used to comfort, now makes you recoil deeper. from all that you managed to bear and remain to endure, still you dig deep into the sand to push it away. recoil into yourself. a shift in the tide was not part of the…

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  • Pilgrimage to the Motherland

    City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019 Standing in the presence of historyWitness all that has come beforeBewildered in amazementWhat a glorious sight! Speak to me, my wise old poets,Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,Feed me your recipesGathering in the Poetry RoomCircling around the Poet’s chairCozied up in the…

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  • You’ll Want to Sit Down for This

    There’s no easy way to say this; there’s no way of keeping it in. It builds inside of me, telling me to set it free. It’s begging for attention; it’s scrapping up my knees. It’s knocking louder and louder; it’s banging down the front door. What is it, you ask? Well, where do I begin?…

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  • The Strength In Our Scars

    Reposting because we all need to be reminded. And when I say “we” I mean “I” … When it comes down to it, I think if any of us are going to make it, we simply just have to believe. We have to believe in the power of the small things, in the comfort of…

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