Poetry Month – April 13

I didn’t sleep well. I woke up with a heavy, critical heart. Fortunately I have people in my life who can listen and who know that by listening fully without judgement, I will find my way back to my sturdy…
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Poetry Month – April 13, 2022

A childhood memory. FLYING We called it a seesaw
but it was a big plank
twelve feet long.
eight inches wide
four inches thick
At each end, the wood curved into seats
Underneath in the middle of the plank were…
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