My Namesake

Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. My namesake.  There's a pair of us, you know, as we are both children of December and kindred spirits to boot. She was a homebody that was full of a fiery, crazy passion pent up and only unleashed on the page.  Not unlike myself. Well, with the exception that I have yet to write/publish poetry that will be published posthumously and become world renown. There is, however, still time.


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