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the interminable road
For GJFlife goes on full stoptime lies to meI wander aimlessly in ablack soul abyssa walking shadow,myspan a shadecolors dissipated run through sieve never returned gone his boyishnessreduced to flat and black and whitefifteen years todaymy world was silenced foreverbirthdays come and fade like winter grassand do not grow again in springthey arrive flatlythey are… Continue reading
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crossroads
“Since then ‘t is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity.”– emily dickinson at the end, the precipice.no signs forward no signs backno bridge overno wings to flyonly wide open black space descendingdown away from the sky Then a movement in the wind catches my… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide
Diary of an American 