Not Here

what is outside not that which i can see through the windows but the outside not seen through my eyes but felt as a weight for surely the devil hangs from my eyelids as i blindly dig a tunnel for to escape not realizing i'm digging my own grave

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/9/2020 9:14:00 AM

What does Strega mean?

Jeff Connelly
Date: 3/9/2020 4:41:00 PM

Strega is Italian for witch; a hard liquor, and in WWII we named one of our planes Strega. They are good and kindly people. Not like our stereotypical scary witch. My blood line runs deep.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/9/2020 9:13:00 AM

It is an escape of sorts but I wouldn’t recommend it.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 3/9/2020 4:38:00 PM

Nor I. Thanks Richard.

Jackie Elston

Date: 3/8/2020 6:18:00 AM

sometimes l feel l'm not here, not in the moment so to speak ,but somewhere else, as if floating, but sure where....very strange..my mother called me a 'dreamer' as a child..lv never changed. l liked this poem. Jx

Jeff Connelly
Date: 3/8/2020 7:37:00 AM

Thank you Jackie. I as well have always been a dreamer, but my Mum would say "strega".