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poem

  • spidey sense
    Life Musings

    Spidey sense

    Spidey sense. I keep thinking about it and what it means. How the web weaved is safety and comfort but also sticky and sometimes I can get trapped there. In my own…

  • Poetry

    I love you, I love you, I love you

    The other day I was leaving work, and something weird happened. I got into the elevator and I was by myself and suddenly I remembered the feeling of what it used to…

  • Poetry

    How to be a Woman

    I first wrote this when I was in Ghana in 2014. It seems even more timely to share it now. I hope someday (soon) I can write a different poem. How to…