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Facebook changes its name in an attempt for FB to not remind the public to chant F*** Biden.
I once was lost but now I’m found
As the good song goes
But I long to be lost and not be found,
I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. I’ve labeled this juvenile rhyme-timey poetry collection “The Works of Erin Galloway.”
I am not built to be confined to walls built by human handsMy heart too bigMy dreams too flighty To be in one place for too longI yearn for the wind to follow for the stars to guide for the current to sweep me… Continue Reading “Built To Be”
Graffiti-tagged houses obscurely hang on the side of a mountain on the bend of a scenic Colorado highway. The abandoned homes full of broken windows, crumbling walls, and rusting vehicles are locked behind metal fences and barb wire gates. Signs warn to KEEP OUT and RISK OF INJURY OR DEATH, but judging by the vandalization not everyone has kept out.
“I lived there at fourteen years old when my mom moved across the country…”
80 years ago today.
Thursday morning, 80 years ago today.
80 years ago today. Wednesday morning, 8:00 o’clock.