My husband's poetry

Category: trauma

  • The end is the beginning, is the middle, is the end

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    My father was always concerned with the now, with what I’m doing with today with not wasting time in pursuit of frivolous things. When my first book of poetry came out, he told me on the phone that he read my book and he didn’t think much of it. At the end he spoke of…

  • Reading Anne Frank

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    I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25

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    Lowly and weakAssist meHelp me Omnipotent DoerShower meWith love 7-24-23

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

  • mount up and fly

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    you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24

  • Chicken Little

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    sky falls on red sundown red fox licks his lips blue Wednesday morning Henny Penny screams the end is near shades of trauma prism light x and y of politics, accidents of birth world spins red, then black and back to blue do not fear children’s fables in the dark, zombies eat their own let…

  • Slapstick

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    11/05 – some call me Polly Anna, because I am still an optimist – it’s only a part-time avocation ————————————————- Buster Keaton turned slapstick into an art form, Excuse me while I go hurt myself and Try to walk away oblivious to pain Humor is only allowed, if you laugh at yourself Just another form…

  • childhood trauma

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    because my stuttering and speech impediment caused laughter in the classroom the fear of being laughed at is real and I never learned to dance but inside, I dance and swirl and everyone wants to be my partner 9-29-24

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…