tired
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night
I clean my face at night my mother calls it taking off the day. I can clean my face, but I have seen too much that cannot be washed away I wonder what it is all for, the fear, the smell of dread, the infighting and I wonder if things will be different in the… Continue reading
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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
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 