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I paint with words Poetry and prose I teach online and write about online teaching

Self-healing

I soared with this poem

An anonymous escape from life

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When I took flight with your
gifted wings
they only took me so far as the
clouds and back.
When I took flight with the wings
I spent each and every day
stitching, mending, repairing,
pricking fingers, shedding tears,
they took me to every place in the
universe.

— An anonymous escape from life

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Art by Heo Jiseon | @yuugi83 (Instagram)

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we’re getting old

we’re getting old boys and girls

we move slowly now weighed down with memories

walking through woods and running there’s a fox ahead

green fields with Queen Anne’s lace and cool clouds in hot summer skies

cold snowy hills with a stream at the foot where legend said small children could die

long walks home toboggan in tow freezing hands oh why did we go?

long walks down hills and up new days each an adventure to come

oh where did it go as I sit here and type

memories oh memories flood all of my nights

and so the first rough lines of a second novel… written partly in the first person

I guess you are out of bed now. The rumpled pillow lies careless, unthinking, resting sideways not touching sheets and blankets askew. I can see you, sleepy still, looking in the mirror and grimacing a bit, then rubbing sleep from your eyes