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50Stars (poetry)
Sometimes when my personal problems seem so complex, and I'm overwhelmed by all the hatred spewed out by the human race, I need to step away from it all. I need to look up at the stars and realize I am but a flash from a sparkler or the wink of an...
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52The Quest A Poem
Written on New Year’s Eve 2011. I will let you know how it comes out but I think I'm going to have to move. Especially when I keep getting signs from the universe like this. Of course these things aren't cast in concrete and sometimes a change...
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63A Tribute to Francesca Woodman
Being a woman photographer who was born the same year as Francesca Woodman, I know how frustrating it is to try to get any kind of recognition in the arts. I can understand how she got fed up with the elite world of art galleries. Right before she...
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50Of Shoulds and Should Nots
Sometimes I feel misplaced Like my old wedding ring Or my high school diploma I know I'm around here somewhere but I just can't find myself When I am painting, my mind wanders It races down dead end tracks Why didn't I take better care of my teeth?...
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55Refuted
It is Christmas eve. Merry little elves are doing their merry little things I suppose. But I am sad and lonely. I don't know what it is about Christmas and karma, but when those two meet in December, it's never pretty for me. I always feel poorer,...
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67Cracks in the Sidewalk
This poem was inspired by a walk I took yesterday with my camera. A drawing workbook suggested using the cracks in the sidewalk as inspiration for a drawing. So on the walk home I remembered to take photos of cracks. Once I downloaded them, I...
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62Hourglass Poetry
I'm sure many of us are torn between doing the soul's journey we were put on this earth to do, and living the life that society insists that we live. You know the one with the practical job and the time clock and the church on Sunday and the...
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60Age of Frustration Poem
I was headed to bed Not because it was bedtime But just because I was deeply frustrated My thought patterns were holding me hostage Why had my life ground to a halt? Why was my top no longer spinning? Is this what aging was? ... I...
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60Dining Al Fresco (a poem)
Would my circle of friends change If I said I loved diamonds and caviar and if I told Facebook I liked long blond hair blue eyed boys with neo-realistic half shaven faces? If I said I grew up in Italy and sailed to the Galapagos Where I went...
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