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POEM: And they come blinking….
And they come blinking….
Out into the light. Skin pale, and so white. Nails torn apart,
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POEM: The Therapist’s Pledge
I will help you to die and gather the ashes of your many selves,
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POEM: Passing
Across the green pastures feel the long grass brush against your knees,
Through flowing streams and sense cold water at your feet,
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POEM: A Haiku for March
March brings chill and cheer..
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my therapist says make friends with your monsters - a poem by José Olivarez
we are gathered in truce to discuss our differences, my therapist seated between us. my roadrunner legs point past the door in case. we are
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