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Writing the wrongs

Poetry, writing, and recovery from mental illness

Spikes outside this shop

To stop the homeless sleeping

I cry with the rain 

walking down my street–
streams of dog’s piss
happiest man alive

Einaudi’s music
and the warm sun on my skin
heal this wounded heart

creeds and images
what would happen if we stopped
limiting God’s love

Daily post: Unmoored

don’t make it perfect
just pick up the scary pen
jump into the page

Daily post: Descend

uncertainty reigns
but April’s rain is certain
–at least the trees smile.

Daily post: Notorious

another fight
he hits her this time
–a dry leaf rolls by.

L’eau
courante
première fois
dans ce village
rires

farce
a laugh
then a sigh
I’ll never learn.
D’oh!

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