My husband's poetry

Category: Different

  • Footstool

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    A poem from a friend about being drunk on Sunday reminded me of the time when I was eighteen and read Easter Sunday Scriptures at sunrise services high on LSD. I don’t remember which scriptures I read, but I remember the light through the stain glass just above the head of Jesus standing on the…

  • Who

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    Why is north up and south down, heaven up and hell down? Who said we can’t change our orientation or that ancient myths are sacrosanct? Would we behave differently, if north was left and hell right? 1-28-22

  • pen pals

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    My two older sisters had pen pals they’d talk about when the mail came I’d steal into their room to read the letters and pretend they were my friends I wanted a pen pal but was afraid no one would want to be my friend if they knew I had a speech impediment, hummed constantly…