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PinnedIs it too late to understand my mother?A longing to absolve the guilt of shunning my mother, forgetting she was a girl once.Oct 11, 2024Oct 11, 2024
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Published inOf Poetry and PeopleThe Bus Ride HomeIs full of observers and whisperersAug 24, 2024A response icon1Aug 24, 2024A response icon1
Published inBlue InsightsRain spoilsA free verse poemJun 25, 2023A response icon1Jun 25, 2023A response icon1
Published inBlue InsightsAn Island of EmpathyTo be a lighthouse in an endless twilightAug 1, 2021A response icon1Aug 1, 2021A response icon1
Published inWeeds & WildflowersNo Last GoodbyesCovid is still around, where is our common sense?Apr 19, 2021A response icon1Apr 19, 2021A response icon1
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