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Covering My Head: On Grief
2020 was very challenging for me for reasons unrelated to the pandemic. As I reflect, it was difficult not only because of the tragedies themselves but also because of their proximity to one another. I remember when I got jumped on as a teen by a group of girls in Chicago. Another quickly followed each… Continue reading
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No Whining Wednesday – Struggles and Strength
Welcome back to another episode of No Whining Wednesday! Today, you cannot whine, criticize, or complain. If you are new to this blog or new to this segment please visit the NWW page here for past episodes. Our poets are preparing for their interviews, so we have time to squeeze in an NWW. Today’s inspiring… Continue reading
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A Poem is Born
Not all poems are conceived in light Some of them are buried in darkness Surrounded by dirt and soil gritted teeth and clenched fists. Sometimes the lyric is a resurrection of rage a fire that is only quenched through spilled ink on blank pages. Sometimes poems are tears because not all compositions are conceived in… Continue reading
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The Butterfly is Supposed to Struggle
Maya Angelou said, “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” No one likes to struggle because the pain, of any kind, does not feel good. In fact, many of us probably spend our entire lives seeking to struggle less. To reduce… Continue reading
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When Hearts Break
Deafening silence and the torture Of stillness The quiet awe Of when hearts break Shattering glass With no sound Just pieces of thought matter And stains of emotions Smeared No one will look up Because pain has no sound No warning Except to pen a tear The silent scribble Of the scribe When hearts break… Continue reading
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To Be Real
Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’ ‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit. ‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always… Continue reading
