The act of writing is much like breathing or sweating to this poet ~ effortless.

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Recorded Reading (1:25): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/52ab4lpfuc5knc2rsev78/Angelic-Messengers.mp3?rlkey=d2rrwf1du1zirg355yvf82kl6&dl=0

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Angelic Messengers

All my poetry is channeled
Not a word of it is mine
Every bit of it dictated
By a foreign force benign

Once in every seldom while
It likes to get a laugh
Aquainting me with circumstances
Other writers of

By sitting me before
A page which truly empty be —
Not a thing which happens
Very often, if you’re me —

And treating me to the
Unwelcome sad experience
Of knowing my own brain to be
Too fathomlessly dense

Ever to hope a single rhyme
Upon it make appear —
Where’d I get the idea
I could make that happen here

Even one single time,
Much less repetitively then
In ways which will make any sense
At all when they are read again?

It never lasts for any more
Than but a single moment’s span —
Believe me, though, I never wish
To have that moment back again

Relieved again swift find my pen
Coasting down the hill
Of manifest spirit’ually
Uplifting creative will

And think to self, while plunging in
Once more to so-accustomed bliss —
“However do the rest of you
Manage to live like this?”

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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