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Poem of the Day Project
Day 146 Look towards the lightwhen feet refuse totouch the ground.Feel strength on thesupport of neighboring hills.Feel hope in the delightedeyes of children.Find peace in the soft furof a dog’s ears.Delight in each moment of freedom from fear.Look forward to the light.Allow it to drapeover you -warmth – strength – love.
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Choose Me
The following short story could possibly used for as the beginning of a longer piece. I wrote it during my graduate program at SNHU and have no idea where to go from here. I put my head down onto the smooth surface of our kitchen table. It was cool on my forehead, although I felt…
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Poem of the Day Project
Continued! I have been writing one poem per day as part of my morning writing routine. Some make sense, others do not, but all rise from my desire to delve under the surface of language and to connect to universal truths. The following poem was written in the beginning of this poetry journey, while watching…
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Liam
Liam. I say his name over and over. Liam, Liam, Liam. Liam is five years old. He and his dad were returning from preschool on January 20, when his father was abducted by ICE. They brought him to his door, as his mother watched from inside. They used him as bait. His mother, who stayed…
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Poem of the Day: January 17, 2026
Striving for perfection -A nip over here A nip over thereHere’s some blush There’s some paintEverywhere a “get thin.”Stewing in silence Seeping in the patriarchyWe ignore the signs that the pot is boiling Over.And we are drowning in exhaustion.Pick. Pick. Pick at your face.Judge your skin, your flesh,Your gorgeous rounded thighs.Nip Tuck Paint Blush Cut…
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Poem of the Day
Today I journaled about presents. The kind one gets at Christmas, those presents that you still have 45 years after receiving, those presents rooted in feeling of joy and safety. I began the day irritable; I was scared about the events occurring in my country and felt like lashing out. I was angry, so I…
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Poem of the Day Project
January 6, Delicate separation from realityoccurs when we look the other way.They say that hope springs eternal – but what does that even meanwhen each shard ofhope is hiddencovered by years of neglect. Buried. we have to digthrough rocky soil to uncover its delicateblossoms – Feel the soft petals bathed in lightbefore returning to the…
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Poem of the Day Project
Last September I began writing one poem a day at the end of my morning journaling, and I have managed to write almost every day since then. Some of the poems are merely a reflection of random images which, to me, connect metaphorically. Many do not make sense! But here is the first from September…
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