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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Poetry

the rapture is already right in front of you

April 4, 2021

I’m still trying to understand why this poem moves me so much, and thought maybe you can help. And What …

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Like Flowers Falling Everywhere: A Poem

March 21, 2021

Everywhere I look I see you, I see us. This fragile hand, this blue pen, this yellow pad. These fingers …

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Franz Wright: Like Touching a Bird’s Exposed Heart

March 11, 2021

Reading this poem on Vale of Soul-Making struck me to the core, it is so exquisite. That mingling of the …

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Neruda: Drunk With the Great Starry Void

March 8, 2021

One of my favorite poets, again, swept me off my feet, expressing the inexpressible with perfect eloquence. Poetry And it …

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Will Salmon Swim Upstream Through City Streets?

February 7, 2021

Once Upon a Time, A Poem In an eon, will Trumpism portend another Troy, a Trojan horse whose armies eviscerated …

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Strange Dreams, A Poem

February 4, 2021

Strange Dreams You stood there heating your backside by the fireplace, I sat in bed telling you how real my …

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A Young Poet and Rapper Throw Light on the State of Our Union

January 24, 2021

“A Return to Joy!” That’s what I was going to blog about today after watching the horror of the January …

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“More to Me Than Time Allows to Be”

October 4, 2020

I wrote this years ago, a kind of declaration for a state of being with which I passionately identified, although …

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Grieving for America, and Getting Past It

September 27, 2020

I found this quote by Mary Oliver in a recent blog post and it struck a chord. Ah, world, what …

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David Whyte, Putting Down the Weight of Aloneness

September 2, 2020

I’ve long been a fan of David Whyte’s poetry and this one is no exception. It seems it may have …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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