Poetry by Fifi, Roller Coasters, & Art by MrCalm. - There are a million ways to lack courage, whether you are rich or poor, and just as many ways to be heroic.

I'm not prepared for his enormity my thoughts are so small he takes me to the edge and drops me over where I have work to do problems to analyze the hidden to uncover moments to remember tears to run from empty space to breathe whatever this whatever that a place to be mys...

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I remember you in the theatre-- shiny mylar circles at our feet-- colored paper strings falling from the sky, how your hands bent a little at the wrist when you clapped like a child at Barnum and Bailey. I remember how relaxed you were, there in the fourth row, comfortable and slu...

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never remembering I paid yesterday in cash a survivor of depression (great with not enough) she's obsessed with food and money eat this don't eat that you owe me ...

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Oh baby, give up on me. Don't you see There's no way it can be. The men I've known could line up all the way from Main Street and across the wood on my front door. But none ever looked me in the eye without staring at my chest or laughed at my jokes without first kissing my neck. ...

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among tender sandstone swirling and swollen find a dam an anchor yet weightless lowers and drops whales cry an unknown directive rumbling ships hum with no entrance amidst the swell powers exchange one loses both gain when a brave man is unfettered ...

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early morning you enter this tiny closet of a world (my life) through an old wooden door swelling and shrinking when the weather changes a place few go walking in like wind blows I don't ...

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extravagant weeping willow scars and a broken inner ear you can't compare them yet they spring from the same hand where ink burns in the well -relics hidden in whip bark ...

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why the morning eye-glaze painting me like paper in pale and simple flowers so quickly you've forgotten I was icing on the muffin sweet as butter cream last night last night I was worthy of your hands and knees crawling through me bending over when you told me to leaning forw...

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jumping genetics and spinning amygdala! writing until this middle finger deforms, I crank out one page, quasi-worthy, while some folks lay letters down like tossing chicken feed genes or circumstance daddy was raised in Paris Texas population 1,396 or is it because my ex thr...

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