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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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a nursery rhyme for violent times

    hack and kill a poem by punkie   Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their sticks Amidst a bunch of squatters.

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for the sake of childish games

    I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I write.

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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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I was feeling a little sorry for myself today. Then somebody sent me this.

    Reality check.   No Arms. No Legs. No Worries. No Arms & Amazing A Tribute to Stacey McInroe Conner Barbara Guerra (Born with no arms)   Besides going a little crazy in a good way, Susan Macaulay created and curates Amazing Women Rock, SheQuotes and My Alzheimer’s Story. She also helps people with public speaking, confidence building, writing and editing.    

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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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Come Winter

Spring, summer, and fall come and go: birth, life and surrender like preludes to your eternity, colourful crazy quilts to your thick white blankets, seasonal experiments before you settle in. Firewood stacked three cords deep awaits your arrival. Like the seasons before you, it will go up in smoke leaving feather-like ash to mark its […]

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Catherine never complained

My cousin Catherine was born with a heart defect. She began having (then-experimental) surgeries to correct it at the age of two. She had many such surgeries and spent countless days, weeks, sometimes even months in hospital. The number of times she might have died are too numerous to mention. She never complained. She amazed […]

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