Poetry
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I wrote this in 2020 for the dVerse Poet’s Pub. Today it is being repurposed for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Vibrant autumn leaves decorating the lawn warm-spicing the air. 2. Wintertime’s leaves scrape and scratch along the sidewalk crunch beneath my boots. 3. Tiny, hopeful buds sprouting from dewy branches robin spies a worm
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The piece below recounts the actual events of a day at St. James Elementary School in Arlington Heights, IL. 1966, or so. I flunked a phonics test and Sister Eleanor is scowling like Satan: goose-stepping back and forth, spitting “God Hates You Brats.” She doesn’t know that God likes kids, even brats and kids who
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From that first night I wanted to keep you. Then, in the dirty light of day it became clear: you already had a home. What nobody knew (not even you!) is that I kept you anyway safely in the tenderest place of my heart. Still.
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It’s Fandango’s Flashback Friday! Four years ago, it was Haibun Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. That time, our mission was to take a walk down Memory Lane: “…Force yourself into memories not in photographs; not already written down or told to you by others. Let’s see what we get! You’ll probably jot down
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It’s the sunshine that makes me sad. So bright a relentless interrogator exposing my secrets my pain leaving me nowhere to hide my Self. But the rain! The rain envelopes me in her fresh silvery droplets. Asking no questions She comforts me with a misty hug and lets me be whoever I am. Or not.
Ergo, the Ogre 