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All For Algernon

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

Yes, You--There

This Is It



Old Hunters Of The Fall

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

I See A World I No Longer Fit In

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)

Unknowing

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Max on the max

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Silent Endings

All Beings Considered

Wake And Remember

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

If I Could Be The Sky...

All Too Clearly Now

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Evidence

Afterwards...

It Comes At Night

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Have You Ever Been Blue (self talk of encouragement)


expectations
are some big balloon
about ready to pop
inside of me

I expect so much out of myself
painful this is,
at times
it feels hard to breathe...
where did this come from

when I'm not well
I expect myself to feel better
when I'm frightened
I expect myself to be brave
when I'm unsure
I expect myself to be certain

anxiety creeps in
a kind of wretchedness
no one likes to lose
or be called a loser

I forget
this will pass
it has before

I can only do
only be
what I'm capable of in this moment

so I remember not
to reduce my worth
my stock and my stake
in myself

I am enough
SIGH, this is exhausting0
let it go
let it fade away

and if not
start over
reread this
it will sink in
you are the engine who could

this is for all the girls
from North Dakota who never wanted to grow up
in the cold
this is for the woman-girl
with unusual persistance
this is for young woman who's grown into her years
but sometimes has the fears of a child

this is for the child in all of us
who needs to be loved
accepted as they are
but who may never have felt that way
let others love you
in your imperfection

you are good enough
you deserve love
its not your fault
God has you now
you can move on now
there'll only be better things ahead
remember,
you deserve them
welcome to the world
I'm so glad you're home.








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