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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
"novels line like white teeth in my mouth"
I absolutely love it.
if American homes were cluttered with all that clutters you, we'd be a richer nation.
Hi Maggie,
I find power and truth in this poem, especially the third stanza and the closing stanza, and these lines: "novels line like white teeth in my mouth," and "these are not just quotes." I appreciate the house analogy, being cluttered from attic to garage, basement to cabinet; echoed in the closing lines: "I am rooftop to slate floor a corruption of influences." I'll be reading this poem again and again.
Every line in this poem... from the very first one to the very last... I'm nodding...yes.
And this one:
life burdens me greatly. i am blessed beyond reason.
oh my...yes
i am dancing: of course this world's a stage.
there are two hundred thread count sheets
and
a hundred kind of grasses in North America.
life burdens me greatly. i am blessed beyond reason.
Omigosh, Maggie. You take my breath away.
I was hooked from the first line.
"The sun rises in the cotton of my daughter's hair." Favourite line.
This poem is blazing, a recount in ways, maybe, of the American dream gone bad (or just real in every sense):
"the phone book keeps hundreds of different
people, all with the same name."
and
"subsets of niches, two hundred stitches..."
Perfect, sublime.
The ironies you list, each one is a core of truth, captivating.
How do you do this?
Thank you. I wish I could hug you too.
Expressive and powerful Maggie. You covered everything! Loved it.
Life = conflicting emotions & desires and contradictions.
You’ve captured this.
Your poetry is better than anything I can find in books.
There are so many influences...so many choices and scars and joys, it's a wonder anything can ever be simple at all.
oh Maggie,
you knocked me on my ass with this one.
the power, truth and imagery radiates off my screen and holds me captive, renders me paralyzed.
love
lola
This is perfect! I also love the house with the light on, on the left.
This is an incredible poem. You are abundant.
Are you getting your poetry published in literary journals? If not, you should be. This is a really well-crafted poem. I love the line from which the title is taken, "I am a corruption of influences"
You see with your fingers. And we benefit.
Dear Maggie, I remain a devoted reader. So much beauty here. So much beauty.
Thankyou. Rianna
Beautiful. I'll definitely be coming back for more.
I almost didn't scroll back to this. so glad I did. fabulous bit!
still i believe i am a foreigner here
- lovely.
You
are a real writer.
But then again
I'm not saying anthing new.
I come to you
when I need a good book.
xo
erin
"there are two hundred thread count sheets"
I've recently found that upgrading to 400 count makes the rest seem a little easier to take.
Rounds out the edges, as it were.
Provides a smoother gliding surface, less chafing, a bit of luxury no one else has a chance to enjoy quite the same way I can.
When you write with that power it must flow like pure water...yet thick like molasses...amazing!
goddess.
"life burdens me greatly. i am blessed beyond reason."
I know exactly how that feels. Sometimes the burdens are the blessing...sometimes the blessings are the burdens. Sometimes you feel like you could take flight at the exact same time you feel chained down to the ground.
This is life, this is the adventure of it, the comedy and tragedy of it all.
Keep living your way into the answers.
love this.
oh.
wow.
I don't know what to say. Thank you?
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