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The Frozen Time

  She walks in line with the devil each booted step heavier than the next.   Snippets of truth come to me and spread over my existence like the sun warms the Earth on frozen days. I am supposed to be doing something and yet the something is not defined. The complexity of knowing too … Continue reading

My Mind, At Half Mast

  I often don’t try to guess the contents of other people’s minds but observing a neighbor’s gigantic farm house addition recently stuck stubbornly to my grey matter. In front of their sprawling modern home on top of naked corn field was a tall flag pole with a Trump 2020 election flag flying high above … Continue reading

Can You Hear Me Now?

  I’ve suffered a string of dreams by night now for weeks that seem to have a common theme.  I’m arguing furiously.  I’m shouting to the point where shouting has never been louder.  I’m in the process of accomplishing something and someone stands in my way.  No matter how I phrase myself, they still don’t … Continue reading

Theft By Living

Recently, I hunted down my childhood home on Google maps.  I didn’t recognize it at first as nearly every single stitch of shrubbery, several trees, and all gardens had been stripped from the property.  The building appeared pretty much the same but without the accents of living breathing plant material, it seemed alien and strange. … Continue reading

Never Let Someone Else Determine You

This poem was previously published in the Blue Collar Review, Journal of Progressive Working Class Literature, Partisan Press, 2013.   The Asymmetry of a Rainy Wednesday   Two men in golf shirts laughed at me for giving a dollar to a homeless man on a bridge. “Young lady, do you have a ten?” one asked … Continue reading

Better Not Read

  If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.  –Lao Tzu In my undergrad studies, I was obsessed with the Holocaust.  The very first class I signed up for was an overview of the Holocaust that met on Sunday afternoons at my local community college.  I was 18 years … Continue reading

The Art of Starving

I am deep sea diving into art the way many count their money.  This is my photograph from Artgiano’s Cheese Shop in Bay City, Michigan.  Photography is not my bling but my iPhone was hungry and there were no fights nearby. The inclusion of this collection in an establishment selling fine cheeses and wine along … Continue reading

I Never Asked You

Everything has a cost. The time spent on it alone is a rape of the soul. Continue reading

Give My Regards to the Dead

I have done a shit job of integrating my two personalities as I meander between sick and well.  Interestingly, as a bipolar person, I also have dual sets of interests that don’t really go together.  I grew up very attached to loud variants of rock music and wrote a lot of poetry while hanging out … Continue reading

Government Shutdown

When I was 17 years old, I belonged to the Saginaw chapter of the National Women’s Rights Organizing Coalition. I was politically active writing letters, speaking at events, and protesting at abortion clinics to help keep them open and accessible to women—in short, we helped distract the pro-lifers from harassing women going into the clinic. … Continue reading

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