I Could Have Been an Active Shooter — or a Poet

On the therapeutic power of poetry

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Background

Not quite 60 years ago, in a house that was not a home, and my mind was dark with misery and hopelessness, and hormones raged, I was close to breaking. Homicidal fantasies were

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Poet. Philosopher. Tree climber. danasanford.substack.com, https://ko-fi.com/danasanford, -MH advocate- https://www.buymeacoffee.com/danasanford

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Dana Sanford

Dana Sanford

Poet. Philosopher. Tree climber. danasanford.substack.com, https://ko-fi.com/danasanford, -MH advocate- https://www.buymeacoffee.com/danasanford

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