Love (Page 2)

A photograph with cool tones, in which a woman stands in the water of a gulf as small waves roll into shore. The sky is cloudy and the moon is enlarged to emphasize the calming mood contained in the image.

You (a poem)

The tides draw me
relentlessly,
toward the distant shore.

As the moon moves
effortlessly,
high above the waters.

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A photo composite of vintage punk vinyl album sleeves from the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Fall, Savage Republic, and Dead Kennedys. The overlayed image contains the silhouette of a spike-haired punk rocker jumping with one leg in front and the other bent backward at the knee. Overall the finished piece is red, orange, yellow, and black with elements that obscure the LP art behind it.

To me, punk is love. (thoughts)

We stand up, shout out, punch up, and don’t punch out until the message is heard loud and clear.

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A pink, stuffed bunny, with one ear bent backward at the halfway point, and a brown teddy bear, with a red ribbon around its neck, sit side by side on a wet road in pouring rain. The bear's arm is around the bunny's back, and its head is tilted toward the bunny, as if showing compassion and care.

never (a poem)

there are days, seasons
when i am by myself
lost and overwhelmed

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A woman in mourning, in a black coat and dress, with a black umbrella and a single red flower in her hand, faces a cemetery in Fall.

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

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The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked,
“How does this song make you feel?”

(107 words)

[read]
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A blue scrap of paper held in a clothespin says Transform Old Ways (Image: Artur Szczybylo)

Steps to being a better human (thoughts)

I never said it would be easy.

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A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.

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Faded dandelion flowers in the foreground, with a blurry house in the background

Forever Home (a poem)

Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.

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Library reading room. Empty wooden swivel chair at wooden library table with book open on the table. Glasses on top of book. Wooden bookcases with blurred bindings of colorful books behind table and chair. A steak knife lies on the floor nearby.

“I remember” (a poem)

TW: Suicide

I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.

Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.

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Love (Page 2)

You (a poem)

never (a poem)

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

We have lots of time (a poem)

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

Forever Home (a poem)

“I remember” (a poem)

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