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   Rough Day   Assaulted at birth, a strike stings me awake From then on like a baseball on a leash, tethered to a post I am flung across time, bruised by each blow, wounded but still connected.   How many failures do I hide? Each one buried in a dormant garden Where no...

Poem: Is This Us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Us, a new show, all slurpy and sloppy, grins slathered like marmalade, all over everything. Even cancer comes with epiphanies and revelations. This is Us, about us?  I ask, He stares at the screen. Texas Hold’em, the river; He dives in as I float by, waiting,...

What am I reading?  The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls    What a fantastic memoir!  I was impressed with this author’s ability to be so brutally honest about poverty, abuse, neglect, and homelessness without judgement.  At the end, she describes candle flames “dancing along the border between...