My husband's poetry

Category: abuse

  • her eyes

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    You remember the look in her eyes the day she came into your office holding his hand to tell you today was her last day of work. He said they were moving to make a new start. She asked for prayers and you said of course. You handed her your card. He placed it in…

  • Momma said

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    Momma said, Take your shoes off on the back porch, I just mopped the floor. Leave you muddy clothes out there, too and keep your dirty hands off my clean wall. Momma said, Come eat, clear your plate before TV, quit picking on your sisters or I’ll beat knots on your head. Momma said, It’s…

  • Immigrant hotels

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    names, dates, epithets concentration camp walls always say the same things languages vary but the sentiments don’t change in my country walls speak Juan 11/21/2025 Mentirosos Bastardos

  • Synopsis: Epstein Emails

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    Men afraid of full-bodied empowered women purchase little girl hips pretending they are powerful if only for a moment 11-13-25

  • Chador

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    for the women of Iran and everywhere women are oppressed ‘Chador’ Autumn foliage reminds us summer wears a green chador hides so much that lies within in fading light beauty is revealed 10-27-22

  • One mile from home

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    waiting for the rain to end so I can walk in the park, watch the turtles and geese and if I am inspired I’ll write a poem for a northern friend who deserves better than she got in life, but says she is happy for her children and would go through hell, again, if it…

  • ellipsis of the soul

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    Who! Who! Who! 3 am, owl in the trees asks and I do not know. I do not like my dreams. The anger and fighting – everything unresolved. Who! Who! Who! 4 am, owl in the trees asks and I still do not know. Restless sleep. I remember failure, the young who died and we…

  • Convulsive Electric Blues

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    Hauntings of a Conscientious Objector: This morning, I remembered how, when the surgery rooms were slow, I’d sometimes assist in the psych ward and you recognized me that day, when I walked in to help in the electro-shock therapy room. Confused, I blurted out, “What are you doing here?” You said your parents kidnapped you…

  • domestic prozac

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    Traumatized She would go out alone To the laundromat And watched clothes in the dryer For hours Tumble over one another Marveling That no one got hurt 5-16-24