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I wrote these two poems a few years after my dad died, remembering the visit we took to Nova Scotia for his funeral. I’ve just rediscovered them today. Shady Acres drive along the windy coast and you’ll come to logan road the empty church marks its start where the parishioners hold ritual on sundays it’s . . . → Read More: Shady Acres I wrote this one in 2008 when thinking about how I often absorb others’ grief or problems and have trouble letting go and just feeling when something bad happens to me. I’d like to think that in the two years since writing this that I’ve become more open to allowing myself to feel. My feet . . . → Read More: Random Poem: Wish Going through my old blog. I wrote this in December 2008 after a break up. I think I might share some more weird poetry with y’all so stay tuned for sap. cut off at the knees the axe came down blood must have sprayed my eyes because i can no longer see what used to . . . → Read More: Random Poem |
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