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Writers Always Work


You know, any excuse to show Jack.

Talk to all these men about work work work.

Trying to see if they don’t have an Identity without

that work, career, upwardly mobile, obsessive label

Since I stopped working for a pay check

work is lots of things that one persists at,

anything that is creative and needs attention.

The last 3 novels I’ve read around the pool

sipping on iced coffee made me think, the

work of a writer is all in the head. Maddening actually.

That is why any good writer is never a dull boy.



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Woo Woo Friday


This would never happen to you.

There I was at a nice pot luck,

wanting to meet new people.

Throwing myself into uncharted

territory. The women relate

all their excursions with goddesses

and the men talk about energies.

Bedtime for me with a tinfoil

pyramid night cap. Maybe the YMCA.



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I am a teacher and my culture pays me little

I am a mother and my culture stereotypes my babies

I am a lover and my culture values only youth

I am a leader and my culture calls me uppity

I am free and my culture will have to let me protest

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godfather (1)

Crossing the line here of decency and truth.

He lies in a Veterans Administration hospital bed.

Louie came here four years ago, the aging Italian,

who tried to kiss my face and sweet talk me like

those rat packers in the movies, all slicked back hair.

His stories of his Catholic Church set us apart,

yet today I pray to his Jesus to pull him through.


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On the old porch, many would hover over the rocker,

drink from the feeder and entertain just inches away.

In the mountain home, there every night is one that

perches just as the sun sets,  being a sillouette friend.