Essay from Michael Robinson

There’s a feeling in the nursing home unlike being on a mental ward; however, the feeling of being alone is present. My one friend can speak very clearly when her daughters come to visit. The rest of the time she sits there crying and her words are unintelligible. If you pass by her she will […]

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Essay from Michael Robinson

The Wall Sitting at the nurses station watching as time passes with no where to go. Sitting there watching as the nurses passes out medications to others then me. Pills after pills and blood pressure monitors inflating and deflating with a ding to tell them your pressure is high and then there’s more pills for […]

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Poem from Michael Robinson

The Mud   The mud inches its way towards, My wife and daughter, I hold them ever so tight.   My tears inches there way down my cheek, My wife tears creep down my forearm, And my daughter asks, Why father.   It’s the rainy season, It’s the pain season, It’s the season of heartache. […]

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Essay from Michael Robinson

Sylvia Plath visits me in 93 Watching you in your nakedness is satisfaction shared Between my mind and your femininity. The silhouette of your body, the moon drowns your skin. Your Round breast with hard nipples I yearn to hold gently in my palms. Your shinning hair fell around your fair skin, outlining your shoulders […]

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Poetry from Michael Robinson

Black Boy I   In the middle of the night, Forgot all the bad in his life, Walking into the moon’s light.   A soulful prayer, At 3AM when all is quiet, Living in the moon’s delight.       Black Boy II   If you knew the story, If you felt the pain, If […]

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Poetry from Michael Robinson

Dawn     Remember the flowers singing in the morning showers, While the yellow finches flew above the clouds, And the grass was our bed.   Those days were familiar to our souls, Something that kept our skin soft, Our hearts fresh.   Nothing compares to those moments, I now watch the cardinals and think: […]

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