The Box
I was never allowed to look in it. It was always locked; Though she would fiddle with its catches And rusty leather suitcase hinges. One day when she was out,
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Fear of Falling
The fallen; easily forgotten.
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The View From a Distance
I felt like I was surrendering. Then, in perfect fashion, she smiled at me… the way old friends do when reuniting.
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"MATT" THE LOOK ALIKE
I was sitting having lunch in "Gossips" When three came and sat at the table out-side The door was open wide I jumped up and left my scrambled eggs on toast
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The Cages We Build
People love to put limits on other people. Because it helps to justify the limits they impose upon themselves.
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THE GLORIOUS DEMISE OF THE FAMOUS ARMLESS JUGGLER
An armless juggler, an odious mayor, a nubile, haughty daughter, some religious hibiscus, four bellowing bulls and a pistol
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Madeline
To feel my feet crunch on the gravel path, hands, brushing brambles and box-hedges. To knock on the dead leaf door; Hear: the sound of fox-knocker on wood. See the mice curtains twitch;
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MY WORD: "HUMATERNITY"
(a letter I submitted to the editor of The Medford Mail Tribune in Oregon, USA)
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I am sorry.
I am alone. Trapped within You all talk I never hear I am scared. Terrified of myself All the damage I’ve yet to cause. I hear him. I hear you Telling me to do well
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Wednesday Sonnet: The Actor to the Audience
When I still had the sunlight in my hair I thought the gods of theatre had misspelt My stage directions; was I Caesar’s heir? I did not feel the quiet others felt
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