we all hurt, we all lie, and nothing stays the same
Sometimes something drops into my life that so perfectly fits the space I’m in that it takes my breath away – like a blow to the chest from which it…
the real thing is risky business
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…
Protected: i love you so much
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second fiddle
The writing of this poem, and the circumstances that led to its surfacing, helped me discover, name and understand something about myself that I think I’ve always known at some…
everything’s gonna be alright…eventually
February and March 2020 weren’t such great months. Not for me. Not for most of the rest of the world. I wrote this poem towards the middle of March, after…
doing time
They say time heals all wounds. Let it be so. doing time ©2020 punkie doing time the rhythmic tick tock of the antique clock tortures & tears…
20 definitions of courage from hope is not a plan
In early 2020, I helped organize a series of discussions entitled Hope Is Not A Plan. The facilitated discussions on death and dying were based on the book Being Mortal…
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun © 2020 pookie the devil’s in the house of the rising sun i awake at sunrise with a universe-sized canyon…
