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“My childhood home is being taken by @GeorgiaPower to supply power to a new data center…” 🤔 They are now seizing people’s homes in Georgia via eminent domain to build power lines for a $17 billion data center. One has been forced into Utah. And xAI in Memphis. And on and on.

#NamesNotNumbers #PoemsAbout

My mom as a girl, my grandma, my great grandmother and my mom as a young student.

This is the way my husband and grand dog sit on the couch together.

#AfterTheSirens #PoemsAbout

Donkeys make life Fun 🤣

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#PoemsAbout #SignalLoss

Some mornings when you wake at 5h it’s nice just to think. This morning I thought about my late father telling me, when I was young and confused, that he was investing in me. To be believed in. Feel like that. And here comes the Sun 💛 #5amwritersclub #booksky

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#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing

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Putting his signature on currency. Imbecile reminds me of a dog pissing on everything to make his mark.

Yeah, I’m sick of hearing how unacceptable this all is when here we are accepting it. 🤷🏼‍♀️

#PoemsAbout #InBloom

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#PoemsAbout #Melt

Hey Kat, thanks for making us hopeful

#OilPastel #OilPastelArt I don’t know what MRL stand stands for, but I think it should stand for Movement of Rebel Love.

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The Cape May Lighthouse is all ready for Spring next Friday.

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#poemsabout #consent

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#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

The Pulitzer Prize-winning novel “Beloved” can feel like a kind of miracle. And Toni Morrison, therefore, like a kind of saint. But sanctification — our critics fear — has its own risks. It puts Morrison up in the sky, where we can’t quite reach her. nyti.ms/4chFxmf

Writing on a balcony overlooking a pebble strewn rocky beach. I ❤️ sabbatical!

East and West from our balcony.

PR where hearts turn into flying egrets.

Our chicken friends this morning. I have a feeling I might be about to eat their babies. 😕