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karen-hookway
buffalo NY I am a retired NYS administrative Law Judge. I have one child and three grandchildren. We live in Buffalo NY.
if every sentence ends in you don't listen or I am ****** when does the heart harden and it no longer matters when a tree falls and no one hears did it still die
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
done
In the sullen light of an inauspicious day, I wake knowing the same story will be told once more just as it was told yesterday. Waking to dress, eat, and work, strong women raising children without fathers who think it enough to visit while kitchens are empty of the warmth of old stories stories of how love survived various hardships stories conveyed by a glance and smile; love is found in the curl of the hair on his chest twirled between her fingers the warmth of his legs against the cold of her toes the matching of the rhythm of breath at the end of another inauspicious day.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
an inauspicious day
Between Cars, trucks, buses, semi’s, RV’s, diesels, motorcycles, economy cars, jeeps, humvees, motor homes, lays a long yellow line: an unending parade of sound and fury. The wind In between Blowing wild and loud putting out careless embers thrown thoughtlessly by drivers of the never-ending machines each one bringing me closer or farther from home which is empty without you
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
lines
Between Cars, trucks, buses, semi’s, RV’s, diesels, motorcycles, economy cars, jeeps, humvees, motor homes, lays a long yellow line: an unending parade of sound and fury.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
the road
Your off To deliver babies in some old Spanish colony to care for the poor in some other land because the poor here at home asked for it should just go and get a job are lazy just want a free hand out after all in america hard work always pays off with a house, picket fence, and chicken in every ***
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
babies
a soda bomb on my laptop an electric surge a interior fire all my words all my contacts On internet sites Without landlines Without roots Tethered to a cloud Between the atoms Which form such things As paper and pen Will my children find my footprints In cyberspace.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
gone
Again today People lined up Not looking Not seeing Faces blank Mouths shut A million thoughts unspoken a million lives lives behind the mask
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
faces
A fifteen foot wall of water Shattering, crushing, erasing Everything in its path 227,000 souls gone The earth quaked And the water moved Are the Gods angry still?
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
tsunami
Peace within A quiet place to live Far from the maddening Crowd of people And their stories
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
peace
It was only a party While she studies for exams It was only a party With five of his favorite friends It was only a party But she asked him to leave It was only a party But she did not understand She must be such a … It was only a party
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
it was only a party