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On Exercising Empathy

I would like to try a little exercise with you. I would like you to try on some shoes. Most of them won’t fit, they’ll be too small but putting aside practicalities for a moment we can metaphorically slip them … Continue reading

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I’m Still Here

The dustiness and the chalk Belied the commonplace in the road I walked Sweet wrappers shining like gems And a sun seen through gaps in fingers showing A pulsing of blood I’m still alive I’m still here The journey home … Continue reading

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The Pandemic

When the death was reported there Up and to the left The beating was ignored over here Down and to the right A strangulation left unsolved And a “go home get some rest… Sleep on it…” Was the answer that … Continue reading

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Never Isolated

Isolated And you think of an island Which no man is You think of being cut off As so many women are Unreachable At sea But that it were It never is The isolated myth It happens every day It’s … Continue reading

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Cartwheels And Bobsleighs

Planted on the hill The city below Lights twinkling and stuttering Cluttered and tumbling Bodies on bodies In every corner In the cold That had set in without warning She held her arms Tight to her chest Feeling the ribs … Continue reading

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Your Sister, Daughter, Mother

What if she were your Sister, daughter, mother? Oh yes, yes, yes What if? Valued above all else Could you hurt Those sisters, daughters, mothers? Would you? Do you? Will you? Hurt That other girl Those other women Daughters of … Continue reading

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Set The Fires Burning

There is a comfort found in a collective grief With each experience a unique perspective Every cell its own vibrating entity Making up the pulsing whole And the wave of sorrow Moves us in time Collating our memories Our pain … Continue reading

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