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Pond

Pond

Between you and me there’s a pond. The usual muck, but more of it. The occasional lilypad, outlined by scum. The scum, and the darkness, opacifying the pacific. The pacific, obscuring our muck, mud, mess. I cannot see A fingertip’s length below the surface. I cannot move The pond. I cannot remember Its birth. Was…

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Imperfection of context

Imperfection of context

We think we don’t know enough words But even if we do, they are never enough: Words are merely rigid blocks we put together, Legos we connect and present to one another. Words are filters created by our society, sieves, We lose a little of what we mean, innocent thieves. Majors and minors in university,…

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Pills and Explanations

Pills and Explanations

Out of the kindness of your heart That drove you to this profession Out of the intelligence of your brain That coated you in white Out of the dignity of your profession That you aim to respect, You listen to his problems, You ask the right questions, You provide pills and explanations. An hour then,…

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Moving

Moving

I move to a new place To start a new school This isn’t my first rodeo. The seasons change And only when the new year starts I awaken. I seem to move in Circles To my destination Because I am Hesitant. Hesitant To admit That I Should Not Go The beaten path.   © Kate…

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Hanging by a paw

Hanging by a paw

The cat leaps high onto The top of the bookshelf. Glances side to side and down The world is below. What should it conquer? The wooden slab where humans worked, too dull. The fluffy chair, too low. Oh look, a golden sphere Emerging from another wooden slab that humans pushed. A bit far, but leapable.…

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Psychiatric Medicine 101

Psychiatric Medicine 101

Little me couldn’t understand why. Why were they gloomy? Why were they anxious? Why did they stay that way? I hadn’t had enough time To acquire little by little, Knowledge, thoughts, stress. Because they felt lonely. Because they felt incompetent. Because they suffered. Because. Over the long arch of life Through every tick of time…

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Trust

Trust

Look down You’re on Wood swaying on Water? Mist and fog obscure Boards of wood on Slow waves. For the fog to clear, You’ll have to wait. Now, you could step off, The board might capsize, And you could swim to shore. You stay. You can’t see the waves, But they comfort you. The wait…

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