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A Love Letter from Frost, Sheldrake, Warbucks, and Associates
“Nothing gold can stay.” You might not want to shine anymore, and maybe your time is glint as gold. (I see this as a good thing.) Can’t regret the sunset when it winks away. Choose a new more useful than gold, more lasting, more substantial. “I wanna be soil.” Yes, and, allow yourself to change…
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to the Red-voter woman in the art class I model for:
You have no idea how happy I am. I don’t think you could understand why. I, as left as they come, and visibly queer You, staunch in your Midwestern motherhood Ideologically, we’re on altogether different playing fields But we meet in the same room — You, for education I, for money In mutual…
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indoctrination:insecticide
Regarding my frustrations with climate change and censorship. It should not be 90 degrees for consecutive weeks in a Midwestern June. June is for 70 to 80 degrees, July and August are for 80 to 90 degrees — everyone knows this. But not Gen Alpha. They have no idea how good we had it. How…
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“The Peace of Wild Things” and me
Jan. 3, 2020: I wrote this in my notes app… Been doing a lot of thinking about songs and how they can tie to bittersweet memories. “The Peace of Wild Things” is running through my head forward and backward. What it means to me is so much more than its message, its frantic piano introduction…
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