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© Isn’t That What We All Want

I miss the way it used to be When I could reach out and touch The hand, the arm, the face of someone There was no pretense of anything More than askance of friendship Less than being adored Isn’t that what we all want Just to be recognized To be assured reaching out and touching someone Means we are seen and we reached a heart Isn’t that all any of us want From those first cries as a baby To the…

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© Stark Truth of Bed

  As his lover I lay in his bed With its mahogany headboard Wrapped in strong arms Pressed against a warm body While his words Kissed my hair My eyes My cheeks My lips He said Here is the safest Place on our earth I will protect you I found that bed On an auction house floor And examining it more closely Than a naive lover had My eyes were opened To the flaws in the rich red wood The jagged…

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© FREEDOM FROM FEAR

Go my loves Hide yourselves In your rooms In your homes Shut the doors Close the windows Let no one enter Let no one leave Hide yourselves Friend and foe As though It will be moments Maybe days Perhaps months Be brave Until the spirits Of the dead rise Our city is strong We have a wall To protect all within Tremble not Hold tightly your Feelings of peacefulness Until this scourge Is nothing but…

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SONNET XII

Send no Stormtroopers because of a meme; Our days don’t prevent you paying your bills. Yet your youthful vanity bows to them, And you want us pushing up daffodils? Are you so eager to inherit wealth You would trade our lives for your benefit And pray for all Boomers to fail in health? Care you so little you give not a whit? Since you care nothing for your family Nor concern yourself with how we…

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© Ask Me No Questions

Spiders hiding in their webs like Hindu avatars. Sheep sleeping safely under the dog’s alert attention. He left her outside counting morning stars As he rode toward some unknown destination. Up and down the street, houses come to life As morning doves began their constant cooing; A thrush’s song in the air, like music from a fife, Shrilled images of one who’d done little wooing. A kiss on the…

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© THE WAITER

Waiting Striving to return to the spring of us when light overcame darkness Lost in the remote when the door shut I awakened from past visions Tempus fugit seemed lost on me Stay came your loving warning as from love now able to run true to this strutting character Quarantine yourself inside I never considered we’d get to this point Congestion in cities of herded life where shelterers resent the…

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© ELECTRI-FRY-ING BURNS an existential piece Enclosed air fills the house with shrill screams from the toasted on a rock of silicon, oxygen, and water…

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© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

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© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

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© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

© LOVE AND FREEDOM, LIFE AND DEATH

Body and soul I am no longer sane don’t expect me to be

  Pieces of you remain stuck to me on my body in my head

  Everywhere I look I see you Man Man Man

  I never believed you attached your self to me

  Every day I knew you accepted my need for freedom every night I wished prayed we could remain attached

  Man Man Man

 My eyes were all over you never seeing how I could live without you in…

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Truth Is Penalized, Lies Are Incentivized—A Narrative Essay

Truth Is Penalized, Lies Are Incentivized—A Narrative Essay George Orwell said, "The further a society drivts from truth the moe it will hate those who speak it."

Common Sense.

I believed I had it. My friends, most of them, had it.

Truth?

Yes, I believed I knew what was true—until around three years ago.

Now I find I have to check and verify statements not just from news media, social media, politicians, public figures, family, and friends, I now have to fact check my own thoughts and beliefs.

I participated in a Round Table of the Incentivization of the…

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WHAT HAPPENED TO MIMI?

WHAT HAPPENED TO MIMI?

WHAT HAPPENED TO MIMI? or, MIA

©What Happened To Mimi Or, MIA

I, poised between my mosaic conscious and archipelagic daydreams hidden behind falling lids and worn tires on the dark, dusty road, am a shadow in a smoke cloud… Nothing.

Reckoning with precursors Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, and fearing tomorrow, my shadow dried as it lingered in the desert beside the road to nowhere.

Growing longer…

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When A SuperWoman Enters Your Life

When A SuperWoman Enters Your Life

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When A SuperWoman Enters Your Life

When A SuperWoman Enters Your Life

The luxury of winter warmth Steeped in the luster and the Luminous glow of moonshine on snow And on her headdress of hair curlers as She sat cross-legged, Indian style, And improvised a celebration Of hope while experiencing A pathological need for chaos. Forever, it seemed, she had chosen Never to look ahead where life Intervened  with itself to spoil her plans And any certainty of knowing…

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© Mumble-Jumble Loving You

© Mumble-Jumble Loving You

Stripped of kiddie pools and sandboxes, Writhe with me in this wave of heat; Dueling lovers plagued with poxes Of honeycombs and tongues of bittersweet. Sheathe not your sword in stone, My pied-piper prince, but in musical Notes of wonder from a sliding trombone until the game declines in a verbal Cacophony of pleading vowels And an angelic, low burble Keeping faith under a monk’s cowls After…

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SLIPPERY WORDS—THE SPIN CYCLE

SLIPPERY WORDS—THE SPIN CYCLE

Her hair hung like a luxury sable cape Over the shoulders of the homeless in winter, Unclean but welcome until summer, then, After months in the hospital vegetating On a machine like a carrot in the soil, She was unplugged, uprooted, and served to a campfire Ignited by memories, prayers, and good wishes. His words came across as soiled underwear On his mother’s Chantilly lace tablecloth; No…

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Jack Rabbit Under The Bush—How Gestalt

Jack Rabbit Under The Bush—How Gestalt

Unhappy hunters missed every shot Wasted hours spent hiding were for naught The hunted rabbit was snatched When the hawk’s plan was dispatched The hunters returned to an empty pot ©Jack Rabbit Under The Bush—How Gestalt by Mimi Wolske All Rights Reserved February 2019 (The Hunters in the Snow (Winter), 1565, Pieter Bruegel the Elder)