Nobody Reads Poetry

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all that time spent all these efforts wasted all those costs sunk weighing us down yoked to our ankles pulling us deeper into that feeling of coming too…
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the moon rises the night passes each tick of the clock slips past before i can catch it some day we all say goodbye to everyone we love but as long as…
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If we spoke to others the way we speak to ourselves, our calendars would clear up pretty quickly. If we dare say out loud all the words we routinely…
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It confounds me how many times I’ve said goodbye in my life and still — I’d rather die every time I’m forced to step forward into its foreboding…
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the sky is heavy tonight it is raining stars and out among them there’s always that one if you look for it set up high a flickering gem that shy one…
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Next time you’re at a toddler’s birthday party making tiny talk between bites of bland pizza or too-sticky cake, take a closer look at the parents with…
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Take a moment and tell me the next thought that pops into your head. When you think about this thought, the thought you think without thinking — scans…
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A funny thing about raising kids, I’ve got two, one’s five, the other, four. Other parents, they can’t help but confess, even if you don’t ask they'll…
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When your bones feel like marionette limbs drooping, giving way to gravity’s daily pull – When you feel like you’re not really connecting with anyone…
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What pleasure do I get from that thousand dollar jacket I last hugged from the inside a dozen years ago? It hangs, spiritless inside my closet like a…
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Today I made a pilgrimage to myself. An earlier self. A young feckless young fool who somehow, out of the jumbled mess of youth, made a decision that…
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The worst thing about life is that we only get one shot at it. As far as I can tell anyway. There are no do-overs – whatever we do or do not do in every…
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