Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: poems
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These words I hear each night, her breath to my ear: It’s alright/ Rest now, dream of softest things: Of rain, of sunset, of gentle wings/ Flights of birds, round your bed/ Warm fur to rest your dreamy head/ Rabbit, fox, bear or mouse/ none to fear around this house! A mother’s breast she…
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CHAPTER 4 THE SAGA CONTINUES I got off track in the last chapter… Too many offshoots and alleyways. Let’s move along a few years to 2020…Pandemic lock down, I’m working on Zoom with some friends. Suddenly, Donna breaks in with a plea, ” Would anyone like a Maine Coon kitten?” All the girls…
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Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,…
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“We chased the sidewinder, ran with roadrunners. Our feet bled walking empty highways…riding empty boxcars…”
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Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the CREATIVE PROCESS is where my interest lies. My creative life ebbs and flows like the ocean, like my moods, like my illness… Must I always…
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“… can you see me going mad in here?…”
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your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight who you really are-in your own space. Welcome to mine… I always lived with others, my family, my husband, friends… I expressed my own style…
Out of the Gutter Art 
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