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my heart hurts from pounding deeply as I turn and toss roll and squirm restlessly the whole night through my heart hurts as it has beat to a seeming thousand similarly sleepless sunrises anxiety’s drill sargeant my alarm clock rat-a-tat-tatting deep into my exhausted bones my mind whirs, clicks and grumbles jostled forward by irregular…

a/lone

Soft wafts of bittersweet solitude
To settle upon me like a summer blanket
Sticky spider’s web of just and only me

rush /\ pressure

“There is a pervasive form of contemporary violence to which the idealist most easily succumbs: activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many…

¿[questions]?

If you are a wandering soul, a wondering soul, then you’re a soul that lives by questions. If you’re a lonely soul, a lusting soul, then you’re a soul that lives flirting with edges. If you’re a restless soul, a downward spiraling soul, then you’re a soul that lives asking for more. Oh, you wandering, wondering, lonely…

Crying in the Embrace of the Great Lakes

As snow drifts into winter wind and winter wind caresses snow into shapely domes, I cry for the igloo I once built around myself in a north-facing bedroom in a small Wisconsin town. I cry for a no-in-nor-out igloo, lacking a trapdoor for letting in love’s light. I cry for the sleepless thrashing nights spent…