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I drive when I can’t sleep. I didn’t do that before. If I could I’d cry out with the coyotes that camp the hills behind my parent’s...
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3/6/23: My Poetry was Taught in a High School Class
We are the Daughters and Sons
2/20/23: Black Writers, Black Poets
I originally wanted to tear
The first time we fall in love
2/6/23: Feedback
1/30/23: I Didn't Want to Write This
1/23/23: Writing, Heartbreak, and the Tortured Artist
Can we put the knives away
This Window
Hades and Persephone have a fight
Quiet Quarters
Haikus – Chronos
Grief is Love without a home