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I am offering you

I am offering you This plum, yes, the sticker is still on but I have rinsed it. I’ve learned when you pull the stickers off, you bruise the skin, sometimes plucking it straight from the fruit. But I’m still offering you this plum, no strings attached but please make sure the pit doesn’t go in the sink. It will ruin the disposal. I would’ve gone to the park, offered them to the homeless but I didn’t want to get the car out of the garage, the box is too heavy to carry. So, I offer it to you. I know we cannot eat three dozen plums in the box. But I don’t know what to do. They are so juicy and sweet maybe I could can them. I can’t freeze them, the freezer is full. I hate side-by-side refrigerators. There’s just not enough room. What am I to do with all of this food? “You must take the whole box.”They say. But what if I don’t want the whole box? I’m only a one person house. Will I lose weight if I eat 10 pounds of nectarines, 15 pounds of grapes, and 20 pounds of plums? Of course, because I
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Pre election Song

  Sung to the tune of “These Are a few of my favorite things” Trumpsters and MAGA on GOP posters NRA lining the Mexican borders Right winged Christians telling me how to live These are the things that I cannot forgive Roe versus Wade being overturned by the judges Placed on the bench for life term is fudges America’s justiceaf is tough to approve So pick up the needle and find a new groove When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feeling mad I simply remember I cannot forgive And then I can just feel  bad news in the nation as bleak as the forecasts New weather patterns leave us all aghast The next ice age will leave us all in a chill the world is fighting back as planets will War in the Middle East is our business plan  black gold pumped there makes us give a damn We’re not the gods for the planet called earth  When can we stop inflating our worth? When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feeling mad I simply remember I cannot forgive And then I can just feel 
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Haiku about my news

  Cross-country Boy release Post Halloween tricks and treat Reviews should be sweet Sirtaki  Music  Greek festival is next door Dance for the record  Teaching means failure For those who don’t complete assignments are easy
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List poem

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 This poem was created during my White Space workshop.  Think about the space between the lines of poetry?
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HURRICANE JULIE

          S H E  C A M E  I N  W I T H  A  S H O V E  A  W E E K               B E F O R E  B E R Y L .  W I C K E D  W I N D S                   O F  W O R D S  S T O R M E D  T H R O U G H                     H E R  W E L C O M E .  A  W I L D F I R E                   T R E N C H  N E E D E D  W A S  D U G .                S H E  D I D  N O T  A C C E P T  G I F T S             G R A C E F U L L Y .  S H E  D E M A N D E D           M O R E  A N D  C O U L D  N O T  G I V E  W H A T         S H E  O F F E R E D .  T H E R E  W A S  N O  J O U R N E Y      T O  C H U R C H  O R  V I S I T S  T O  H E R  L O N G T I M E   I L L  F R I E N D .  W A S  I T  T I M E  O R  D I S E A S E  E R O D I N G  H E R  H U M A N I T Y ?  H E R  P A I N  M A D E  Y O U R S  W H I L E  N A T U R E  T O O K  K O D Y  I N  I T S  C O U R S E .  M A Y B E  I T  W A S  A  $ 1 0 , 0 0 0  T W O   W E E K  V A C A T I O N .  M A Y B E  A N  E S C A P E    G O N E  A W R Y .  B U T  T H E  D A M A G E  A N D
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2020: A year in review

The year began with disappointments,  echoes of 2019, clinging to a part-time job  that bridged school and work, a community  away from home. Winter blues shattered by a February call—  my brother found incoherent, incapable  of living alone, hospitalized, then placed in residence. A deep dread consumed not hours or days,  but months, it devoured my sleep, as COVID  devoured my writing.  Dark, angry poems poured  from me like syrup, ideas that wouldn't let go. Life  closed in like the walls that held me. A conscious effort, a calculated risk, took me  to the man I now claim.  A single  hug rekindled  a flicker of hope, as vaccines  and elections blew on the embers. A new project  commitment carries me into 2021, only looking back  to rewrite the future.
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