Category: Poetry

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Conversations

Swirling As wine in a glass To aerate, to breathe That the terroir and the vintage and the winemaker Can mean as much as each individual grape Each sigh Every word Raised and pressed...

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When We Believe

that Soulfulness is the embodiment of Perfection, We tell ourselves that we are imperfect, and incomplete. When we believe others must seek Perfection We negate their inherent Beauty and Soulful calling. Beauty is your...

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Showers

Sometimes I feel I am Floating through existence This feeling so numb As if I am a steady cloud Passing over my own self Until it starts to rain And the storm brings me...

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More Insomnial Moments

Quarter past midnight. The last remnant of relaxing chamomile leaves a tangy, bitter aftertaste. “Zigzagging to the light” plays across my mind as I put down an extended meditation on mentorship in Robert McDowell’s...

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Waiting

Waiting As if you would Come ’round for a chat I know that you could But don’t expect it at that So sit here I will To think of the weather The movement of...

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Choices

Poem Choices left and right Ultimately it’s up to you It’s always up to you You wonder if you could go back If you don’t like the road you choose Would you really have...

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Impromptu Pilgrimage: Marion Shrine

The Stations of the Cross lead us to Lady Park. There, refurbished statues, on new pedestals that depict the Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries of the Rosary, line a path. At the end of...

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Hole

Poem Once upon a time I dug a hole into the ground and fell in A Hole Thereupon, I did find myself in a hole I am in a hole I thought I am...

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Just

Poem   That was the day I pushed off from the wall with my palms, I lunged at the throat of the coward, And I hissed in his face, “no more.” Girls are taught:...

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Four Days After Smuggs

Monday. The Orthodontist’s examination room exhibits college banners. Including Binghamton University—SUNY Binghamton—my Alma Mater. mirror to his mouth a view of his overbite Tuesday. The images from Guardians of the Galaxy float off a...

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While You Were Away

In knowing you I am knowing me On the path to discovery The pleasure is all mine In knowing I am Me Down the winding path The bright autumn leaves The fragrance of green...

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Snow

Poem I didn’t meet you for lunch that day because I had to make a fucking run for it. I had to put as much distance between me and that place as I could....