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even in prison there’s space between the bars

    quarantine a short poem by punkie   fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find

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beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens

  a nurse her re rhyme   by punkie   the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to twist her   like the princess and the pea she is quite contrary the brat, the bitch, the mean old witch, the cursed mary mary […]

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I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag

Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the quiz. (Memory is a strange thing. I don’t beat myself up over the loss of it.) No matter. The question surfaces as I contemplate the […]

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You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings

“DITTO!” was all it took to bring tears to me eyes. You wouldn’t think one word at the end of a tweet from someone you don’t “know,” retweeted by someone else you don’t “know,” would make you cry. But it did. Actually, to be honest, it was the combination of the tweet, the “DITTO!”, and […]

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15 Empowering Things to Tell Your Kids (and Yourself)

In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things were going seriously south. I was at my wits’ end, about to break apart. Luckily, I have enough life experience to know when it’s time […]

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Life Breaks My Heart

Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of another’s tears Because she can’t go home: Yet.

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See me?

  I write. I write a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. A lifetime. I write a lifetime. I write a lifetime in which the main character is invisible. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. She barely exists in her own story. Or so it would seem. […]

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Men Speak a Language All Their Own

They say women and men speak different languages. That may be true. They say women talk more than men. That’s definitely not. Another thing for sure: men speak a language all their own. (Maybe women do too.) The fact that male mumbo jumbo starts at a very, very early age is clearly demonstrated by this 86-million-views-so-far […]

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