Poems from DC129

I am an actress,  I am a dancer, (though I cannot dance).  I read. I write. I lead.  I have a mean right-hook, but I am no athlete; I am a...
The screen fades to baby blue, My heart expands to a beach ball.  I did this. Me. My fault, I worked so hard. Brain power.  Persistence....
It drove her mad.  To lunacy occasionally, when occasionally meant most days. She did not know how to remove it. She had used kitchen...
I want to see you, you say. And so you see me through the sage green stitches of my grandmother's crocheted yarn, And so you see me Lying...
“Don’t write,” you say, “Just watch.” But come to think of it, why am I watching you at all when I have so many more elaborate things to...

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