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Taking A Moment to Thank the 90’s
My fingers couldn’t run fasterturning pages backwardshas never been so satisfying Going againstthe future-obsessed worldfeels rebellious“I do not want” feels likethe Merry Christmas of the centurya festive moment for a 90s kidto look back and praise it I do not want to move forwardas I scroll through the mindlesscrap that overtakes my mind“how many tide …

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A Pagan in the City
I wrote about being a paganwalking out of the church of love (really long time ago)and someone asked me…and I quote “Are you the pagan who abandons the altar or the one who builds her own?”“Are we talking about mysterious forest pagan,barefoot, incense smoke in your hair?Or dangerous siren pagan luring sailorswho thought they didn’t …

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Lieutenant OrVille Eisweis
I joined the armylike any armythey had conditionsI was too old for silly warsbut too young for battle “I WANT YOU” postersplastered everywherefingers pointing at naïve heartslost and confusedwith a sense of“wanting to be wanted”graduated from lifethe “high” schooldrugged by pubertyhitting me in my late 30s again  blinded by emotionsso when we seethe finger pointingat …

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The Other Side of Poetry
They write about love and romanceabout falling to one’s kneesraising eyes to the heavensthat paint your face They write aboutheartbeatsthat the heart beatsout of your soulechoing through theuniverse of your chaptersvibrating the wordsblurring the meaning that is youand the myth I made of you They write about the daydreamsthe haze that paintsportraits that make you …

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Herein comes…
Herein comesthe dreaded time of the yearI used to love the joy of the holidaysthe internal warmththe sudden smilesthat surface out of nowhere Everyone is highin their own waykids, those little creaturesstill move mewhen I envy the simple joysThe laughter that isn’t because of a lowa heavy night… (lol) just.simple.happiness Oh the envy *knocks on …

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