I often visit the place

where we fell to our deaths

a cathedral now stands

on the site we shattered skulls

and protruded bones

while passionate stone columns

and blushing glass windows

tower over our pooling blood

which was always so you

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For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.

With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...

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Born into a dwelling filled with creativity in the air

she breathed it in

it was like blood to her soul

oxygen needed to support her existence

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It was a time when men were men and women were women

little blending of roles

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it did not fit her

it was the wrong size

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She was one that needed to spread her wings

and fly with her talent

Live in a world ful...

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