Without You Here
This post, unlike others, is more of a declaration of both certain and uncertain events. Tomorrow, by now, I will
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Thanks Living
I woke up today not knowing what I was going to do. I hoped for the vibrating hum of my
Lucky Like Elephants
I used to collect snow domes—incorrect terminology, maybe, because I’ve heard them called snow globes, too—but I collected the glass
Thinking of You…or Why I Hate the Itsy Bitsy Spider
We wouldn’t be talking like this, you and I, if it wasn’t for her. You know her. We all have
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Be Kind, Revise…or the Importance of an Imaginary Knife
You rewrite your poem, perhaps because you are forced to; or maybe you feel it just doesn’t sound right. But
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My Kisses…or Shadows, Grandma, Grandpa, and Fish
A little poem about little me… My Shadows written November 30, 2006 by Alexa L. Opening the book, she said
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