Category: abuse
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Spare the rod, Save the child
All night, you keep waking in school wooden paddles on bare skin stomach punches behind closed doors Cold winter hallways laughter in the classroom isolation you still feel They are probably all dead except in your head where they hide and never leave Bastards keep saying you deserve it and you hate yourself for wanting…
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Hiding to be found
She ran away left a husband and two boys Said nothing, didn’t leave a note She called her parents’ house once asked to talk with her dad Her mother cussed her out and said don’t call again Her brother’s seen her a couple times she asked about her dad and sons She didn’t make her…
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The taste of fresh shelled walnuts
East of town along a gravel road next to a barbed wire fence a large walnut tree grew On a day ripe for playing Mom piled her kids in a ‘57’ DeSoto to pay a visit to a lonely tree We gathered up free walnuts in a burlap bag from weeds in the ditch under…
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Along a fence line of childhood dreams wild berries once grew Birds would feast among thorns for summer fruit left ungathered Now your bed linens hang on a clothes line with purple bruises scavengers have deposited of half-digested dreams you left hanging on the vine 1-4-20
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haiku that expresses some of my kinder feelings about hackers:
a pox on hackers may rheumatoid arthritis curl and hurt fingers 10-14-19
My husband's poetry 