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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]

ByKymberlee

When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…

Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté
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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté

ByKymberlee

Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naïveté. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…

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to what end, technology?

ByKymberlee

Update on 10/24/2024:  There used to be an embedded video here of animated robots reading a Keats poem from a site called xtranormal.  I made some fun videoS there when it was still around.  Sadly, I didn’t download most of them so they are lost.  Like so many things.  ~KdL I enjoy my comfortable life…

in the silence
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in the silence

ByKymberlee

This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter.  Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share.  I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak.  I…