In the way words hold memories

and memories hold words

sometimes to imprint harshly

and sometimes to undo damages done

some words gave wings

and spaces made those wings fly

in places maybe only poets understand

and understand what words cant explain

even in silences working things out

preparing for the replenish
to be expressed

in that space my wings are folded

listening to silence
or a hum drum hum

that is waiting for that expression

listening for the things only poets understand

or working it out
knowing I might not hear it again

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Living in the past, when we were in the present reality

the future couldn’t touch yet

maybe it’s a poet’s thing

or maybe it was something to do with the signs

the air and the wind and the ever flowing lines

those things we wrote together

or things we processed alone

rushing some rush like a mad dive
maybe somehow knowing

too fast we would be on the end of that ride

rushing rush but so sweet and still too
a blessing a laughter
a sadness of reality

those things we wrote together

Things I process

Things I miss alone

That’s Why

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I always liked a good story

And smokey voice singing the news

Prose and commentary

That all of us can use

And all the women writers before

Probably would take away my card

For being too female with no anger

And I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Tell me about your hardship

I’ll tell you where to get some answers

Speak to me in ways that don’t victimize

And I’ll come out in your side

We can write that like allies

And I guess that’s why my heroes

Have always been men

From where I’m standing

I can’t see

What that class of feminism

Has done to feed me

I can write like you

And talk like you

To a certain degree

Until I dissent and you crucify me

So I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Some woman in Syria

Sudan and North Korea

Don’t get an eye

Because the eyes can’t get away

From some narcissistic entitled wave

Over here so blinded by something called

Male privelage

And while everyone is dying

We ignore it for something called choice

Choice to rob other voices

And I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Tell me a story that goes beyond

The sexes and informing of the isms

Aren’t we more than that

Give me space to be

Beyond the divisions in the divisions reality

And the self made victims who never got to see

I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

We all steal like artist

But when there’s nothing to see

Except look at me in all my victims brutality

Look at me I’m a woman

What’s next what’s next

And maybe baby

That’s why my story heroes

Have always been men

He says don’t stop writing

And here’s how

Man men are teachers

And fixers and preachers

And I guess that’s why

My supporters

Have always been men

Get over your fears of yourself

Says all my hero men