Posts by Lindsay Deen

Butterflies Divebomb

Butterflies dive bomb my windshield in fall Like they know the end is coming And don’t want to die, Wings frozen in mid-beat. Instead, they want the heat And final crash Into an invisible barrier That just hinted sunflare. I agree with butterflies. Life is a hurricane whirlwind Grinding my mind into mincemeat And I would rather go down In one first blaze of glory Than die alone in bed

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Celtic Queen

I Am descended from Bohemian Queens who practiced Sacred Tree Rituals beneath blood moons in forested cathedrals. I come from the same Stock as the Woman-made-warrior who walked With archangels and Demanded Battle’s end. Yes. I Am she, a Banshee Who moves tongue To typeset the silence that Steals souls in Cities of damned men. They Preach perfection while professing feminism and pounding Fists against our hearts Gouging eyes with

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Ten Reasons

I wake With death in my mouth. Before I wash it out, I start with Ten reasons why I cannot take my own life. One–Suicide is selfish, Especially for you. You help so many people. What would they do Without you? Two–Who else Can make Algebra fun? All your students need you. Three–Who would get friends Out in sun Working dirt into green things? You are the only one. Three–if

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Lessons in Action: An Interview with Jesse Wilson

One blustery Colorado morning at the Pikes Perk in Downtown Colorado Springs, I met with Jesse Wilson, actor, artist, human. He’s a man of many talents, many masks, and many roles. His recent TedTalks video focuses on his series for personal empowerment, Lessons from the Stage, and after watching the video, I was intrigued. His passion and surety that the technologies taught to actors could make a difference in average people’s lives

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Silence Sounds of words unspoken Words unheard Words, words, words Won’t stop dropping pen tops Won’t stop jumping roadblocks Won’t stop chucking hard knocks And I can’t keep calling time fake I can’t sleep so I stay awake Thinking second belated Backwards ratings about past Relationships. I’ve got some frustrations. Let me tip my hat You got me going Rolling really swell Now I’m scaling the cliffs of hell To

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Day six dawned breathing words echoing nightfall The reverb cut clean.