What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

terror fright

alarm panic

death inside death so


zombielike shuffling

swish swish scrape

the zoetrope clicking by around

my death in life eyes pictures of

life daily unlived

exhumation skin peels reveals

cocooning in fat and aversion

love stories appear and melt away

in dreams and disillusion


like rain realization

dawns that still small voice

leeringly whispers then shouts

you’re dying

Did god leer over me with a magnifying glass

to see what I’d do

time ticks on

a seedling pushes



2023 diane o’leary

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poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide


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