It spits
as it sings
of spring. She could start
the season over. Forget
the loud neighbor’s death
threats (sarcastic or not),
a father’s descent
into absolute silence,
a coworker’s suicide
that stings
the skin of all who knew
of him
but never got to know
who he was.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
a beauty
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Thanks. Working through some pain lately.
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Pain is hard to suffer
but it surly does move something deep inside
which makes for greatness
among those who are capable
and fortunate to be able to handle and express it
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Hi, Amy. Nice to connect with you at the Loft Poetry Conference.This is a lovely blog. I’ll peak in from time to time, especially on those days when I need your quiet voice and time-pausing images. And for inspiration should I decide to launch a blog on my website.
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Morgan: It was lovely to see you at the conference. I really enjoyed the lunch talk. Thanks so much for checking out my little blog. Your opinion and supports means a lot to me. Take care. –Amy
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