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The Well Rose

Oh Rose thou art well. The invisible worm, Who flew in the night In that howling storm Found sweet forgiveness For your crimson joy, Climbed out and flew away A much happier boy.


a particle of truth endured          in my sea of fiction                  somehow it called to you      and you heard identification demands recognition the most fundamental of forces       refuses to be denied unencumbered by fear we dance    on our own frequency in a universe that knows no time *** Both an eternal student and

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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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Taking Up Space

For a basic (one might suppose       inherently neutral) law of physics, the phrase has nevertheless garnered a lion’s share of unfriendly users       in the low-rent back roads of the vernacular. Many among us, in truth, would far prefer the       virulent lash of a “Bitch!” or a “Bastard!” to being leveled by the contemptuous (and worse,       dismissive) charge of taking up space. How did this bland and

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