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The Universe was the backdrop.

It said ” I don’t know what I am doing”,

My comment was brave to admit

when others post photos of their breakfasts

to prove they have their shit together.

Then I thought of the most messed up

breakfast I could picture.

That’s poutine not pootang in case you wondered.


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Cray Z


There we were in Monday Writing Group checking in for the week.

She started to speak about the end of the year being busy for filing

the Ambulance reports and then she flew off of the planet completely

talking in Binary Algorithms and paranoid delusional streams of words.

A woman new to the group “Interrupted Her” and asked did you write

all that down? It sounds like you are just talking.

The do gooders at the table turned to the woman

with no boundaries Shhh She can talk.

I thought good for you lady

Speak up for Sanity.


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Unfriend Chris,. was a great phone call.

He could talk for hours.

The women loved that on the dating sites.

He was very careful to hide his disdain.

It was his first wife’s fault.

She was a rage-a-holic

He is a sick co dependent.

An Alanon that doesn’t touch a drop.

I’m a suspicious alcoholic.

He never was going to get it together to move back to Albuquerque,

dropping me as a friend for calling Gilda a bitch who abused her

husband endlessly he told me. I had always sensed his women

hating secrets. All his girlfriends were sexually abused by their fathers.

They all were oversexed he said. Hmm. A predator he was.


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I love you to the moon and back


Every Fourth Thursday the poet laureate will take us

on a writing walk along the Rio Grande Bosque.

The lightening shortened our trek and she asked us

to go home, write a Trite poem to the moon.


You Oh great Cheese One, I howl at your lumenence.

Draw me like the hackneyed ocean waters to your core

Have the cow take a threadbare jump over your orbness.

and inspire every poet to pine for those sterotypical faces

that left town and never sent me a copy of our book.


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Cold Weather


I was born on Groundhog’s Day

But my life has become ridiculous.

That’s not a good adjective.

Mind Numbing,

from the constant PTSD.

I sewed a button on my winter coat yesterday.

That was the closest to purposeful I’ve come.

I mailed my mother’s death certificate to

the college she taught at for 40 years.

They owe her!

Ring out the Old, they say.

I say bring on the new, or else.