mnemosyne
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reminisce
there are no stars tonight justsnow clouds, and some light somewhere aboveor belowradiates the color rose the night presses in closet-likeand freedom seems far off like Mayand spring and the love that grewlong ago waving grassesflowers and summer rainwhat if doors could be openonce shut and clocks could be rewoundhow different the world would besecond… Continue reading
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Ophelia
missing.always.missing. hole cut out of my life I am you just another version, that’s all. now, in the twilight of middle age I discover I am merely flesh and blood with no heart. the winds blow through my soul encountering no obstacle on the grassless prairie still, I am far away. haunted by my demons… 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 