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		<title>Invisible Selfies</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Invisible Selfies &#8211; You never saw the selfies I took after midnight Or read the poetry I wrote about my<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>]]></description>
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<b>Invisible Selfies</b><br />
&#8211; You never saw the selfies I took after midnight<br />
Or read the poetry I wrote about my muse<br />
The texts where I shared my thoughts and wonderings<br />
I deleted<br />
They will never bother you<br />
&#8211; You never heard my passion or kissed away my tears<br />
So many nights your photos sang my heart to sleep<br />
And I dreamt my fingers stroked your skin<br />
But I woke up<br />
It’s just a memory I will keep<br />
&#8211; You never had a morning with me playing till noon<br />
Under covers spilling coffee sipping kisses<br />
To satiate our insatiable appetites<br />
I thought we could<br />
But this love just hits and misses<br />
&nbsp;<br />
© Sandy Hibbard<br />
Photo: Stevie Nicks polaroid selfies from a recent display at the Morrison Hotel Gallery in New York.  Totally ahead of her time!  <a title="Stevie Nicks poloroid selfies" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/30/stevie-nicks-selfies_n_5902568.html" target="_blank">Article from HuffingtonPost</a>.</p>
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		<title>SAFE with Want and Desire our New (old) BFF&#039;s</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2013 13:19:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; I have to share a few thoughts on this poem I wrote.  I actually wrote this months ago and<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>]]></description>
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I have to share a few thoughts on this poem I wrote.  I actually wrote this months ago and yes, I was there in my favorite cafe with my headphones on when I suddenly realized how isolated I was from the world, that&#8217;s when these words came to me.  I was reminded of them again this week in NYC when I was in a cafe and noticed that even if I wanted to have a conversation with someone, I couldn&#8217;t.  Everyone was on their smartphone or laptop and in their own safe cocoon.  How do we break through these techno-bubbles to really connect with a new person? Think about it and then share your thoughts with me.  XOXO Sandy<br />
<b>Safe</b><br />
want and desire<br />
want and desire<br />
they have schemed again with my mind<br />
the great and mighty judge<br />
to put me in my place<br />
and keep me right where i belong<br />
alone with my feelings<br />
not good enough<br />
not worthy of love<br />
here i am wrapped up in my self-made<br />
cocoon<br />
of iTunes<br />
ear buds in my ear<br />
hands on my Apple<br />
in the midst of a crowded<br />
bustling Cafe Brazil<br />
this is sunday brunch for me<br />
nice and safe<br />
no communication<br />
no intimacy<br />
no one can see me<br />
just want and desire<br />
i don’t have to expose who i really am<br />
i don’t have to have a conversation<br />
no eye contact for god’s sake<br />
just good observation<br />
safe here with my esteemed judge<br />
alone with my favorite guys<br />
want and desire<br />
nice and safe<br />
tucked away where no one can get to me<br />
and where i certainly can’t get to anyone</p>
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