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I work in live TV and often, right before we go live, I key my headset and say to my boss, "Flux Capacitor.... fluxing." as a final check before we metaphorically hit 88 miles per hour. We don't always see some serious shit, but that's what your blog is for, clearly!
Questions, and fire, and hate- it's all intertwined,and it's hard to find peace. Personally, I believe, the hate is healthy, and it's a perfectly normal emotional response; a way to fight back- so long as there is love, too- Maggie, you are filled with healthy love and ways to express it. Someday, the intensity will lessen, and you won't hurt every day. Poetry is a great and necessary way to process, and transcend (words I'm not using lightly). I admire your strength.
amazing. i found myself thinking about this poem all day and am so inspired by it. i've always been struck by the fox imagery running through your writing and knew it had an intense personal meaning to you - in reference to the song your father used to sing you?
you give voice to truths so many people share but cannot speak about.
your truth, your courage and your voice is a healing force i truly believe that
When I read your poetry I feel like one day I will be saying, "I knew her when. I read her blog before you knew her name." Really, the poetry on your blog is like I have discovered a great artist before her fame. I feel lucky. Thank you.
you are the only writer I have known so far for being so daring, mixing the beauty of female with all of your expression... this is superb, Maggie! If only I was as daring as you!
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
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don´t ever stop, maggie!!
magnÃfico!!
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Extraordinary. Your father who 'looks at me
out of the faces of my lovers,'
Again I stand in awe of your wonderful writing, Maggie May. Thank you.
Hot blog. Found you by clicking on a click when I clicked somewhere.
I work in live TV and often, right before we go live, I key my headset and say to my boss, "Flux Capacitor.... fluxing." as a final check before we metaphorically hit 88 miles per hour. We don't always see some serious shit, but that's what your blog is for, clearly!
Wow. Absolutely mind-blowing.
Jesus, Maggie. That's powerful.
You've made me cry.
This is extraordinary, Maggie. Just gorgeous.
Oh... This rocks.
This poem is breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking.
You should talk/write about whatever you NEED to write about. Don't let anyone tell you differently.
Amazing. You will scoff, but I am not a poetry fan, usually, I just have trouble connecting with it. But, not when you write. I mean that.
fathers . . . yes.
the wall she creates makes life bearable. It's still a wall though.
You can write about your father. Please M, never stop.
Questions, and fire, and hate- it's all intertwined,and it's hard to find peace. Personally, I believe, the hate is healthy, and it's a perfectly normal emotional response; a way to fight back- so long as there is love, too- Maggie, you are filled with healthy love and ways to express it. Someday, the intensity will lessen, and you won't hurt every day. Poetry is a great and necessary way to process, and transcend (words I'm not using lightly). I admire your strength.
This is what I call a Revolutionary Poem. When they occur, they start or stop wars. In the least, they leave me gasping.
you seriously leave me speechless sometimes.
i will be finding you in my favorite bookstore someday, my dear.
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Love it.
amazing.
i found myself thinking about this poem all day and am so inspired by it. i've always been struck by the fox imagery running through your writing and knew it had an intense personal meaning to you - in reference to the song your father used to sing you?
you give voice to truths so many people share but cannot speak about.
your truth, your courage and your voice is a healing force i truly believe that
kia kaha (stand strong) maggie
Nice work Maggie you are truly a good person and writer ! awesome job !
Sunshine
When I read your poetry I feel like one day I will be saying, "I knew her when. I read her blog before you knew her name." Really, the poetry on your blog is like I have discovered a great artist before her fame. I feel lucky. Thank you.
Love this! This may be my favorite so far. Hope all is well with you, Maggie!
Writing helps.
Writing so well even more so.
you are the only writer I have known so far for being so daring, mixing the beauty of female with all of your expression... this is superb, Maggie! If only I was as daring as you!
well done. your expressions come from a very deep place.
Reading you work is honestly one of the biggest highlights of my day. Always beautiful, raw, kindred.
I don't know what to say except I love you.
peace,
pf
Wow....this is powerful and beautiful.
I think I'll read it again.
Amazing!
wow. I am struggling to conjure more than wow.
e.
you ought to be kidding me. that was heart melting.
This reminds me of some of Sylvia Plath's work.
Some of her best work.
Unbelievably good.
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