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“If the Government Owns My Health Care, Do I Still Own My Body?”\ title=79

“If the Government Owns My Health Care, Do I Still Own My Body?”

Living in fear is a choice. If others choose to worry about where their health care (or their money) is going to come from, I respect their choice. I choose to live in gratitude and joy as much as humanly possible because I have learned that doing so is more enjoyable.

10 comments    health fear health care
Don’t Call Me Marion Yet\ title=70

Don’t Call Me Marion Yet

Sometimes it feels like there are strings attached...

4 comments    poetry poems poet
Time:  A Poem of Changes\ title=66

Time: A Poem of Changes

Time is the great illusion. It is the game we sign up for. Here we race against the clock, against age, against the fast motion of harm and the slow motion of gravity and friction, and it seems that every race we lose. So it seems, eh?

8 comments    poetry poem poet
Poetry in Our House\ title=77

Poetry in Our House

Poetry resides where it is loved.

19 comments    life poetry poems
Wink in the Sky\ title=66

Wink in the Sky

At the nexus of being and non-being we find that we are both always and never alone.

10 comments    love poetry poem
Married, Voting Separately\ title=71

Married, Voting Separately

If you can conduct a political argument while maintaining mutual respect, the argument has a chance of being productive. If you become disrespectful, not only does the argument go down the toilet, your marriage might just follow it.

14 comments    love relationships politics
Homage to Robert Frost\ title=60

Homage to Robert Frost

My tribute to a master of blank verse and other forms of poetry.

8 comments    poetry poem poet
The Miracle of Light\ title=51

The Miracle of Light

A poem of light, sight and perception.

10 comments    poetry poem light
Brought Back to the Blizzard\ title=50

Brought Back to the Blizzard

A poem about being caught in a blizzard, metaphorically.

8 comments    poetry poem snow
Waiting for the Commuter Rail Train at Seven-Twenty-Two in the Morning\ title=61

Waiting for the Commuter Rail Train at Seven-Twenty-Two in the Morning

A poem observing commuters as they wait for their train ... and I wait for mine.

5 comments    poetry poem poet
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