Wednesday, March 21, 2018. The Lake Isle of Innisfree. I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,. And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;. Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,. And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,. Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;.

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Time was always counting down. Years, months, days, hours. The indulging pleasures of life. Were winding down the murky path. The sun mocks from afar. The only evidence I even exist. It moves as I move. I can control my body. The shadow moves with me as one. Is proof enough that I exist. Contribute is a word irrelevant. When no one needs your help. To stay with in yourself.

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Poetry explains without having to explain, the depth and great heights of the human condition. Saturday, December 24, 2016. The words do not come easily as they did in my youth. In those days, what could be expected for me to know? What was real was the brushing of your skin on my skin. The smell of your hair and the trembling of your breasts in my hands. The quiver of flesh that quickened the pulse,. The pulse that tore and shredded my sense of self.