Don’t Look Down E-Book

Francis Rosenfeld

• Herausgeber: Francis Rosenfeld
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Collected poetry. A solitary quest for of all the things that give life meaning.

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Francis Rosenfeld

Don’t Look Down

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Table of contents

Battlefields

Before Deployment Ends

Gone

If You Should Ever See Me Cry

Social Justice

Gift

Being Nobody

How Much Longer

Groundhog Day

I, Woman

Induction

Dispassionate Clear

Beginning Alchemy

On Being Here

The Heart in the Stone

Ride

Double Decima

Angst

Envy

Haiku

Filling the Space Between F and J

If Damage

Parameters

Symmetry

Timeline

Here Be Dragons

Prayer

Moonlight

As I Am I Bare My Soul

Who?

One

Don’t Look Down

Echoes

Wish

I Threw a Rock into a Pond

I See

Love, Contemporary

Bliss

But Love Always Is

Fingers

Innocence

Loop

My Better Self

Breathing

Ode to My Cat

Love

Dark Night of the Soul

Hollow

Memory

The Dark

Curse

Leave!

Conversations with God

Obsolete

I Already Have Everything

Peeking Through the Feathers

In Utero

Grace

Coming of Age

Too Much Wisdom

About You

Coming of Age

In Real Life

Chat

The Guests from the Meta of Real

A Place Called “Higher”

Reality Can Never Disappoint Me

I Actually Enjoy Being Me

Crit

Alive

Deadweight

Marooned

Who Do You Think You Are?

The Ghost of Tomorrow

Shift

Batty

At Ease

About the Author

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Battlefields

Before Deployment Ends

We’re in battle, looking at hurt every day, looking at the devil every day, looking at loss, and despair, and more tunnel, every day! What do I want to do before this deployment ends, you ask? I want to suck the juice out of every day I still have in this body and not regret I lived it like I used to so many times when I was young. I want to dare the things I don’t deserve, the things I didn’t earn, that outrage the righteous. I want to laugh in the face of the dirty swollen hypocrites, and dull wits, and see them brought to their knees, and then glide over it all not caring, like a self-involved butterfly, preening itself. Are you with me so far?

Gone