Troikas, II

A story called the girl’s hair
‘flaxen’ and all I could
think of was my dietary fiber

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Naked mimes
don’t really have to say
all that much

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Right place, wrong time.
Wrong place, right time.
Fine lines, leaky pens

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poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.