Poetry

There’s No Place Like No Peace At Home

There’s No Place Like No Peace At Home

My first memory of daddy-Monster: I’m three years old; he beats me as I lie in bed. There’s no place like screaming myself to sleep. Daddy-Monster locks me in the scary basement when I’m four or five. There’s no place like knowing I’m safer behind a...

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Alien Invader

Alien Invader

Twenty-four years old: Someone treats me with contempt. Someone views me as worthless. Someone disrespects me. A bureaucrat treats me as an object – a thing to be discarded. Anger churns within. Without thinking, I retaliate. A...

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Quatre postures

Quatre postures

1. CoupableIl y a longtemps, je suis sortie de mon déni matrimonial : mes rêves de maternité ne se réaliseraient jamais, je n’étais guère qu’une cocue risible, il devenait urgent d’abandonner mon bénévolat idéaliste, trouver un vrai boulot, apprendre à vivre par...

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Socializing

Socializing

Reaching out.Loathing the risk.Shaking hands.Putting on the smile.Saying something inane.Doubting all the while. Cheery and chipper.Everyone’s favorite.All the while feeling insane.Seeming secure in the limelight.Pretending to be calmDoubting all the while. Reaching...

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Good Enough for Me

Good Enough for Me

It was love at first sight, even though I sprayed my drink in your faceTrying to suppress a guffaw at your antics.Sure you were 15 years my elder, and an alcoholic to boot,But that was good enough for me.I went along for the ride as you steered your beat up FordTo the...

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