We live in the both-and, a badlands and a good one One of the hardest lessons joy and pain, a dance in the bones. It's a ceasefire with

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To all of you who signed up for Daily Poetry, I want to ask you for patience and compassion. I am a person with ambitious ideas and...

I stare at the coffee stained napkin, a second hand spoon and a pen resting on the brown liquid spatters The news program hums Shots,...

You may have seen her painting— legs and feet stick out from the canvas edge, surrounded by ripples of water or cascades of fabric,...

Squish me like a lump of clay Deflate me like a balloon Break me like a weed in a storm This life has torn me up and spit me out And I...