Saturday, August 26, 2017

What story are you telling yourself?


Who is she
and what is her name?
Is she rising?
Is she dissolving into her ancestor's birthplace?
Which food will satisfy her?  Which poem soothe?

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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 7, 2017 at 12:06 PM

    All the smiles of the matinee idol hide his secret life,
    his favorite despair
    Heat's on, cars pass,
    the sweep of morning
    A curtained room contained them

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