The Choreography of Goodbye by debgrant Arrright, take care. I didn’t know how often I said it or how it sounded until it was mimicked by a friend. Arr…
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poems, pandemic, pulpitries
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Beulah Land by debgrant Sometime last month it happened. I don’t know when exactly, but I knew it happened like the New Hampshire river rock happened t…
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Wow is still my favorite word. In this season of woe, I have been hungry for wow. After decades of teaching youth that boredom is a dirty word, an insu…
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this is us
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Deep End by debgrant I am of a type. Thinker. DIY. Rather do it myself. Stand on my own two feet. I need no one. No one needs me. That one doesn’t feel…
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Holding Rope by debgrant Breakfast with a hummingbird when over the shoulder of my house came a beaded thread of larger birds. Too high to recognize ex…
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An Apology for Poetry by debgrant I get a lot of "I'm not into poetry." I get it. I read plenty that leaves me. Just that. It leaves me. Like de-cafe c…
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Keeping it Real by debgrantI often deal with big brush strokes of concepts and philosophy.Love.That's a biggie of the bigs. I can say I believe in love…
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Resetting for a new time
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