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11
Jun
2018
I watch a friend aging and fading. The process of dying is not for the faint-hearted.
Categories: Poetry
Tags: aging, dying
A song of joy about my three-year-old daughter, dancing in a morning-misted meadow. Written long ago but I still love it.
Tags: daughter, butterfly
A poem about women who prefer to remain subservient to dominant men. Not necessarily about Melania.
Tags: subservience, dominance