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  • Gretel Lost in the World

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    no dragons burn and pillage even when lost in metaphorical forests. the children’s screams in the candy houses next door are real enough not to be just symbols in a jungian melodrama analyzed casually over a cup of tea. there are no stories to hide within. the steel-eyed king and queen handing down impartial justice

    Gretel Lost in the World

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  • A Mirror Sees Only Itself

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    “my nature/is a quagmire of unresolved /confessions”                         –Robert Creeley, The Door I resist autobiographical Interpretations others imply When they ask about my work. I do not write to you, nor Even for you. I am no Placebo to numb your pain; No multi-car pile up To drive by relieved That it is some other;

    A Mirror Sees Only Itself

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    What’s the weirdest movie you’ve ever watched?

    Erasure Head, David Lynch director

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  • otd from tarot project

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    What Remains is the Work

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  • So

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    agency, awareness, breach, doubt, meditation, pause, poetry, sonnets, ways of knowing

    So, I hesitate, thus

    stumble on the next

    shadowed step—

    the surprise

    where it was not before.

    A flash of light on the stairs

    breaks continuity

    with the dark’s flow.


    So, I recognize 

    the recurrent other.

    I am, for the moment,

    dizzy with doubt,

    left to determine

    my next step myself.

    (October 8, 2026)

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  • two years later, same path

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    All the Voices (off meds)

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  • begin again (otd)

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    Even in the Dark

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  • Worry Everything (otd)

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    Palimpsest

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  • Contrary

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    agency, borders, poetry, resistance

    No I am not

    just to say not

    but to resist

    the pat reply

    to stand still

    on the line

    to push against

    the cliched phrase

    the simple answer

    and ignore the grey

    where talk hones

    on night’s edge

    and stars burst

    like dandelions

    across the sky

    (October 2, 2026)

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  • Mirror, Mirror

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    aging, poetry

    a self-portrait

    I rarely look

    for very long

    into mirrors

    these days.


    No one’s there

    I know. I know

    the cliche— I am

    the mirror no more.


    I see I’m old:

    mom’s tired face;

    dad’s nightly stumbles

    down the hall.


    I am not

    what I see.

    (October 1, 2026)

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    Another of Life’s Many Disappointments

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  • so much goes unsaid

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    return to anonymity 

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  • Everyday Prompts

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    choice, difference, memoir, poetry, prompt

    Here, again, like now—

    say these: I Don’t

    Know, and In my Darkness

    are recurrent phrases

    cast continuously, and

    which sit like seeds

    waiting to germinate

    on the fallow ground

    of my mundane life.

    (September 28, 2026)

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  • slow and pervasive

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    for days then years

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  • I still like this one

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    Regret

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