[Summer, 1985] Looking out the window in the big break room at the law office – everyone is still arriving – the parking lot next door is still filling up – I’m watching a guy walk by on the sidewa…
Source: Excerpts From a Diary 27
(xviii the moon)
Once again, I can’t get the blocked format of this poem to work on WordPress but I’ve got it laid out as best that I can. collage © polly macdavid (xviii the moon) it’s th…
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(xvii the star)
collage © polly macdavid (xvii the star) one day i take the train to the ocean. donovan is just bringing in his boat. his body is sweat shiny & glowing. donovan knows all about co…
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A Warped Way of Twisting Feminism?
I got in an argument with a Facebook friend today about Feminism. She put up some meme about how Feminism was about protecting rights for all people or something like that. The usual: Feminism is…
Excerpts From a Diary 26
[Spring, 1985] I have been sick all winter. I don’t think I’ve ever been this sick – sick in body -sick in heart -sick in soul. I haven’t been able to shake it. I have gone from cold to flu to b…
Source: Excerpts From a Diary 26
for Mike Thomas, because I love you
One of my very best friends succumbed to cancer this past Sunday, September 11, 2016. This is a reposting of a poem I posted in October, 2015, which is when I found out that he had been diagnosed …
Excerpts From a Diary 25
[Fall, 1984] It’s been the craziest summer. I don’t think I’ve ever worked this much. The law office, the clubs, the stag parties. Plus camping at Sherkston & doing whatever Teddy wants me t…
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Excerpts From a Diary 24
[Spring, 1984] Anna, at the law office, suggested that I go back to college & finish my degree & then get a paralegal degree – or even go to law school. She says that a bachelor’s in Engli…
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Candy Cookies
this is from my monthly post at PaganPages.org.
Source: Candy Cookies
Excerpts From a Diary 23
[Holidays 1983-1984] Sitting at the bar at The Canteen. It’s a pretty quiet evening – obviously, or I wouldn’t be sitting here writing. If Shirley was here, I wouldn’t be able to get away with wr…
Source: Excerpts From a Diary 23
