Category: poetry
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Sometimes I wish… (starving artist’s prayer)
Sometimes I wish I could tell people how hard it is to be a full-time artist. How difficult it is to make good business decisions when the bank account is regularly hitting the last few remnants. Bills start being late consistently. Opportunities flood the gates but a clear path forward does not emerge. Sometimes I’m…
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a long lost love letter
a poem dedicated to post-breakup grief The man I love is in Georgia Southern boy *says with proud accent on south* He’s tall and strong and slender Like a light pole Beaconing hope from afar. His eyes are a safe place, His hands wide and long His chest is the best pillow Though it lay…
Rose of Memphis 