writing
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Write or die?
Haven’t written in a long time. Feel like I’m being strangled by self doubt. Doesn’t help that i have a family who believes fighting is life. Reading Plath whose single-minded goal is something I envy. I dont have any goals other than surviving in a greedy society that traps the workers into a never ending […]
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I am wasting time. Flat out sick the last week contemplating my life for now I’m forced to. There is nothing to distract me from it now. I have friends who are not friends but opportunists, and there will never be anything else with them except for what we can mutually take from one another. […] Continue reading
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Dissonance
Im only free when I drink free to say what I want and how i want when I don’t care that my barbaric yawp hits the wall and slides down into an abyss of silence silence that smothers and silence smothers me in this worldI am not made for I never realized this world is […] 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
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the quiet current rages below
stillness, the stillnessa new silence that descendsin darknessand space, spacethat moves among usinvisibilityit is the uneaten foodthe empty platethe unused shoesthe too big bedthe listless clothes unwornthat hang on one side of the closetthe wife, now widowedthe husband without wifethe unanswered questionsthe where of Godthe words unspokenthe love that still livesendlesslythe stillness, the stillness© diane […] Continue reading
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Blue water
long missed always the sounds low and longing calls of gulls circling high overhead steady crunching beneath my feet a faint roar. drawing closer to the slate blue haze more distinct now honking of geese moving slowly across the sand as night drifts in it’s louder now, the water, leaping and lunging curling up and […] Continue reading
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dead prayers to a man god
the night is the worst empty arms and outdoors is blue-black, like a bruise Like the bruise you gave me when you slammed the door in my face your empty promises of return reverberating like so much empty clanging of bells The bells, the bells of church ringing a God I do not know who […] Continue reading
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time
I have no time, she says, pouring water for dishes in the sink years of time washing over her flitting memory-movies in her brain Gone like water. Time weighed on Sylvia Plath and washing dishes she knows what that feels like knows the feeling of heads in ovens knows the almost relief of vacations to […] Continue reading
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People’s faces by Kae Tempest
I feel so much when I listen to this. It is pure magic with words. 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 