What a terrible series of battering must have happened
to make a monster like that;
disregarding pain in pleasure,
chewing relentlessly on another's confidence and accomplishments...
To this dim light dying in the dark,
this love; this uncomplicated fuel,
is for you. I see you in there.
In corners and cracks,
under shoes and without slack;
Come back, come back...
The monster found another,
and from here on out
we watch out for each other.
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As a mixed media artist in central Wisconsin, I am busy creating art masks, paintings, drawings, poetry, prayers. I am a maker of many things, a student and a teacher, a chaplain and tiny home enthusiast.
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