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My mother's old bones Perch on a seat by the door Guarding her hoard Of old relics And useless good Scavenged from her ancestors. Her eyes ar..

I haven't showered Or brushed my teeth. My internal voice Has been bombarding me With a to do list That I can't get Done. Clutter is noise..

Facebook just informed me That I have no memories Today. I've never had as many memories As nightmares There have always been Small and l..

Words are Chains Yokes Shackles I am too often Found bereft Missing The right answer But, oh, sometimes When the words Come and ..

My grandchild

Work was too mindless Today To keep my brain From running in circles So at lunch I took it for a walk Maple trees were waiting At the end..

Thinking out loud

Cause I don't write those anymore

Journal from a recent trek

something in the wind