I am a spirit living in the aging body of a white man. People I admire despise my meat. People I despise glorify my biological ancestry. The crux ignored: I am a spirit, living. (mediadiversified.org)
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Tagged humanity, Information, learning, life, race, relationships
What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
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Tagged clocks, wakefulness, work, writing
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
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Tagged nature, perspective, poem
Little squirrel chirps six feet from my smiling face: half-hearted scolding. (pinterest.com)
You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading
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Tagged fantasy, friendship, life, poem, relationships, respect, sexy
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.
When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading
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Tagged dreaming, life, magic, nature, poem