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Poetry

I have always had a thing for rivers. I'm not sure I've ever thought about why. I enjoy sitting next to them and just watching the water flow constantly. It always grounds me. I was reading a book this morning entitled A Life of Being, Having, and Doing Enough by Wayne...

George Gray  (by Edgar Lee Masters) I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me -- A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but...

- a small boy looks out window in classroom - cannot sit still -urgency -can't focus on slow pace of class -his mind is everywhere -he is out in the meadows, creating freely -he's home now, running, playing, being free - this is  not okay: "BE QUIET!!" -father is angry -father is stressed -father feels out of control -boy feels small -boy...

Extending out from her center, like an octopus suctioning to others' expectations, she loses herself, and the authenticity of her being. The tentacular extension will always leave her flailing about....