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Therapy: Part 2


One of the best socially conscious pieces of poetry I’ve seen recently.

Don’t Be Shellfish…

Don't Be Shellfish...

…mussel your way through it

The Portrait

I found this poem through Poets House, and their Facebook page. As one commenter described it, “a poem that engraves itself in your brain and heart on first reading and all subsequent ones.”
The Portrait
by Stanley Kunitz

My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,

especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my sixty-fourth year
I can feel my cheek
still burning.

Grammar Troll

Grammar Troll


Great Short Story from a fellow blogger/poet


They say it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but he saw her anyways. She tried on her dress for him, and he told her she looked beautiful.
She was nervous. He could tell.
“Hey,” he said to her, lying in bed beside her, “You’re gonna be fine. It’s just a day like any other, and you look gorgeous,”
“It’s just…”
“Haven’t you heard of cold feet?” he placed his hand on the outside of her thigh, his thumb playing with her white garter belt, “You’re gonna be fine,”
“I’m just glad I can be with you tonight. I don’t care about tradition, any of that. This feels right,”
“This feels right?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t be going through all of this if it didn’t…”
The bed squeaked. Its metal frame was painted white and wasn’t the sturdiest of things.
“What happens tomorrow though? Do you and…

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