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Note To Self

You don’t need to ring that bell with a one ton hammer. All you have to do is stir up a gentle breeze. Whisper. © Tina Zabielski 2011-2019

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One With

Once I have teeter-tottered to my grave on the same wobbly feet that have carried me through life, please don’t memorialize me with fluff, dull as a spoon, useless as a dream never recalled. For that matter don’t slather it … Continue reading

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Almost Green

It is almost green again, the world. Almost new, almost a reflection of something no one has ever seen. I dream a dream that repeats itself, familiar similar faces spaces and streets. To dream other wise would be prophecy, no? … Continue reading

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an Open heart

You don’t know or maybe you do. Maybe you pretend. I can’t. I am the ink on the page you’d already written when you said, “that’s an idea” but didn’t show. Too sensitive, I am. My trusting, yearning heart breaks … Continue reading

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I Walk, I Kill

The Earth teems with Life. Sidewalks are the plains and I the tornado. I don’t mean to, I would never intend to but everywhere I place my foot  I snuff out something. After the earth worms take their revenge for … Continue reading

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Shiva dances in the palm opposite the hand that holds the anger. I join them, all the other clowns, on our high wire of formidable pain. © Tina Zabielski 2011-2019

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