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In the Middle

A café and a coffee, a grace moment to think,

to mull,

to pray and toe-tap to piped in jazz,

to stare at an old black and white classic on the muted set, and… 96 more words



I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see any differently.

I know just how you feel!–well, not really.  I can imagine walking in your shoes, but truth is, I don’t.   111 more words


The Wounded

We are the wounded.

We are the ones whose histories have been rewritten,

critiqued and re-configured,

pushed through the grids of others—

those who think they only see clearly, 71 more words