Meanderings on writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and life
Erasure Poem
Today’s entry for the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon is an erasure poem. That’s where you take some found text and erase or black out parts of it. My found text is the Missouri attorney general’s emergency rule making trans health care nearly impossible to obtain — an attempt to erase trans Missourians.
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
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Nomadic Noesis 
You are brave. We all need to be brave.
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“First they came for…” We all know the rest.
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Not my kid, or: across my dead body.
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That’s good, Ida. The repeated “affirmation affirmation” is a strong ending.
Lynne
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Thank you.
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