poetry
poetry
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-09
When did I stop feeling safe?Was it my tonsillectomywhen I almost died?Was it when I first realizedthat planes could fall from the sky?Or was it my first earthquake?I stopped feeling safe,I suppose,wh...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-10
My body and Isometimes have a dialogue."You like this.You don't like that.",it tells me."Everyone else likes that,so why can't I.", I argue.But my bodyhas no patience for argument.If I will not listen...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-10
My doctor says"I think you should take estrogento prevent osteoporosisand heart attack."I buy my prescription,but before taking itI read the label.May cause increased riskof breast and uterine cancer....
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54.
by June Stepansky - 2007-03-10
Livingis my palette,my sonnet, my novel,which I can changemodify, edit,hoping that it will,in time,reflect an artist's vision.-------------------------------------------------When artists begin a crea...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-10
I am a cowardin the usual sense.I believe I could beinjured by a mugger.I believe I could geta terminal illness.I believe my planecould fall from the sky.Yet oddly and inexplicablyI am a David to the ...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
If by some ill chanceI found myself in hell,what would I do?Would I join the others,and spend my days stoking the flames?I think, rather,that I would searchthe vast and barren width andbreadth and dep...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
It is timeto circle the wagonsfor a while.I have been too longin hostile lands,pushed bymenacing winds.Like a childin its mother's arms,I need to feel againthe illusionof safety.----------------------...
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58.
by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
I wanted a small thing really.I wanted to be happy.That was my mistake,and the beginningof a terrifying,exhilarating odysseyinto the very coreof being!----------------------------------------------Why...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
The hour-glass spillsits grains of sand:one grain lessmemory today,one grain lessstrength tomorrow.The moving sandschange time and beingimperceptiblygrain by grain.------------------------------------...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
There were always green things in my life.Small wild flowers,Lilac bushes,arboretums where lovers walkedand children came to play,forests edging round a lakewhere we would go on Sundays.And loving so ...
