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the tracks of my tears

Some people say I cry easily. I guess it’s true. I feel things deeply. And I have no problem letting those deep feelings overflow in the form of big, fat, salty tears that roll gently, slowly, and sweetly down my cheeks. I am at peace with crying. I’ve learned to be totally OK with it, […]

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deep loneliness runs through me like a river

  I feel deep loneliness at the core of my being. It’s part of me. It runs through me and my life like a river. I observe it and know it more intimately as I grow older. With knowing, I’m learning that loneliness is not necessarily “such a sad affair,” words famously coined by The […]

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empty pages

    Awwww, go on then, read the poem…

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never on sunday or any other day of the week

      “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I replied without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of some form of higher power, spirit, universal energy/power/force. It’ hard to identify and name. Whatever it is, it does not belong to Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism or any of the others.  While I believe […]

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deal yourself a new hand

    One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get on with it. I wrote the poem below as part of that process. Don’t like the cards you’ve been dealt? Deal yourself a […]

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the shape of things to come

      A poem about life’s potential and living it.

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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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Dead to the World

eyes open. a thought bubbles to the surface: “i’m awake.” awareness skips across my consciousness forcing me to stir. i resist. i burrow deeper into the folds of the duvet. i will bury myself alive today, tomorrow and the next. blink turn on my side face a window of clear blue sky. dawn is long gone. […]

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