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seasons of the skull (a poem)
autumn: a thousand years ago i lived in the dna of ancestors i’ll never meet as i walk my hundred years on this earth… but…
Do you?
My world stands on a skeleton in pieces, broken, shattered, put together, stitched together, rickety rocketry, falls off to stand again, stands to fall again….
Some hope and some wisdom
Door # 2 from 1993 to 1996. This year her husband passed away after remaining sick from leprosy for a long time and the same…
What are we doing these days?
I am not doing much and instead of feeling like I am contributing to something important I am feeling like I am doing nothing but…