There are no words to express this pain.
They touch the surface of it;
Graze and glance off.
“It’s not fair,” is the childish refrain
That strikes my heart,
Tries to open it,
And squeeze inside.
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Natural Awe
Gliding through shimmering mirrors
Passing reeds standing sentry.
Even slow speeds cause ripples,
But oh! What ripples!
Calm grace sliding by
Orange beak, white feathers
Flat against the back;
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Are You a Cat Person or a Dog Person?
This life sings its own song
This life sings its own song,
If I let it.
Red velvet loosely covers my sins.
Loving is powerful,
Trapping and freeing.
Singing it sends me home.
I feel it rising,
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A Calm Ending to Victorian Ideals
The Forming and Unforming of Potential
Reconciling Capitalism
Where did it get lost?
That sense of who we are at the core.
Our creative selves.
Born into Capitalism, we had no chance to flourish,
Unless the values of competition, unlimited growth, profit were honed.
We are not mindless resources to be exploited.
We are human animals.
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“Seriously,” said Sandra, “if you feed it, it will grow.”
“What shall I feed it?” Said I. I didn’t quite believe her yet.
“You’re the only one who can answer that,” she smiled and a tiny dimple stroked her cheek briefly.
“But I don’t know the answer!” I felt hot and the words left me quickly. She smiled again. I shook my head, then stared at her. Silence.
Then, “what?” She laughed.
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