Wit/Woes of The Jester I am not the only one who wears a face that is not my own. The ones who come to smile/jeer at me are compassionate/cruel in their own right. I see it in the laughing/crying crowds. I see it in the smiles/frowns of couples holding each other’s hand/heart too tight; caught […]
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The House is Sad Two Prose Poems by Hermine Robinson
The House is Sad It shudders and sighs, exhausted by the wind that blows out of the west. The front door creaks with each load that goes out to the moving truck and empty rooms cry with the stark bleakness of their loss. This place will no longer be the anchor that brings our family […]