Trish Hopkinson
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Trash Bag BurialA Poem by Trish HopkinsonWhen I was younger I collected odd things to remind me of moments�"snapshots of friends, napkins with signatures and doodles, pieces of .. |
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Empty SocketsA Poem by Trish HopkinsonI lost an eyelash today. It happens all the time"loss of moon shapes"curved slivers of nail clippings and of lashes laden with parasitic.. |
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Waiting Around--after “Walking Around” by Pabl..A Poem by Trish HopkinsonIt so happens, I am tired of being a woman.And it happens while I wait for my children to grow into the burning licks of adulthood. The streaksof .. |
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Eyes of LifeA Poem by Trish HopkinsonBewildered by the unwavering stare of life,with gems for eyes, they seek apathy and affection.They gaze upon the tapestries of the mindand with undaun.. |
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