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Doobleville
David is a Dooble and lives in the glass ball of Doobleville. David and all the other Doobles can see through the thick glass of Doobleville at the giant world surrounding them on every side. The Doobles are little. They have little bodies and little eyes and little ears and little brains. They live in…
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Katiana & the fish bone
Katiana (with passion): The flowers are beautiful. They’re purple, and purple is my fav– Mother (calmly): Katiana. Mother (louder): Katiana. What’s wrong? Katiana: blinks, rubs eyes with back of hands, blinks wildly again. Mother (frantically shakes her shoulders): Katiana! What are you doing? Narrator: Katiana couldn’t speak. Well, more accurately, she couldn’t see, and that…
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Pull the Pin
Something about teetering In height of emotion World as it stands in Perfect imperfection. A pin is pulled. Obscure but foundational. Unbeknownst expectations larger than life in The heat of ecstasy. Fallen in shame.
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Most Women
Most women are raped And when they are We search for statistics that hurt worldviews less: solidarity we can handle. Or We try to act like We believe it. If we really did, The horror would Shake us to our core. Something would give.
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Imagine
Imagine cheating on your wife And then assuming it’s her fault. You, With a controlling mother, a kindly passive father. Broken before your first breath. You give me back my toys! You scream. You are stealing my happiness! Why? She’s not perfect but she loves You, for better or for worse. But you, only for…
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I Close My Eyes
It’s all darkness. I can’t see beyond the darkness. It’s a charcoal cloak enveloping me In the middle of summer. All I can smell is the clean summer air And I am angry. I can smell it, but I can’t see it. And I can’t feel it. I sit in the anger Because it is…
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She Knows Intimately
She knows intimately The process of death Her 16-year-old adventure buddy Her 38-year-old mentor friend. Involuntary manslaughter. Cancer. Death doesn’t discriminate. She wipes her hands on her scrubs and pinches the baby’s chubby cheeks. “It’s so reviving to see a healthy baby.” The child’s mother nods in discomfort. “Did you hear they told my friend…
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Eulogy
You are no longer my god;I went through hell to demote you.The person I love most is in hell nowand you never were his god. Your ability to hurt peopleIs truly amazingAnd it’s all in the name of loveYour love, authorized by your supremacy. I am shaking with anger.This is not love.You are not my…
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Winter
Life doesn’t get much better than this, does it? This place. With my person. And all these wonderful people. These amazing learning opportunities. All the things I’m thinking about and learning and discussing. The people like me, and I like them. I can ask lots of questions. But there’s a gap. Life has a gap…
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Letters to a Beautiful Life 