Biography of Lynn Stillman
I am a 48 year old woman. My mother and I moved from West Palm
Beach, FL to Sacramento, CA to be near my brother and my three
beloved nephews. Eight years ago I suffered a stroke which left me
with no peripheral vision or freedom as I can no longer drive and I
lost all the friends I had. I do not feel sorry for myself though, I have
just had to learn to be quicker when the coffee table jumps out in
front of me.
Lynn Stillman Poems
With much of a struggle up the tower I climb. Weighed down by anger, by sorrow,
My mind can be quite the prankster. Just as mischchievous as it can be. When a little confidence decides, to kick back and settle in,
The Picture Fades
I have seen all of the beauty that can be seen in this life. My remote, vantage point, overtaken by anger and hopelessness
you said you would always be there for me. You even wrote those very words, on a piece of paper
Sometimes I look at my life, and I feel like I am again the nameless and invisible kid in school.
Looking at the magazine covers, in the checkout line at the grocery story. Thin, perfect movie stars, the latest diets then recipes for the fattiest cakes and cookies
Prejudice Is It's Name
Where are you from? Why are you so fat? You are not the right color. What kind of a name is that?
The night, so endless. Having such an apathetic influence over the conscious mind.
I step into the night sky, I find a path of stars to walk across. The path seems familiar to me.
A recurring dream haunts me. Every kind of animal coming to my door. Maybe because, they are the only ones that will not judge me.
Fed just enough love, to acquire a taste for it. Then abruptly, my supply was cut off.
The more technology advances it seems, the less we are able to communicate. You are famous for saying, 'I will be home within the hour', and still you are hours late.
The Sweetest Part
Innocence dies so young, when guns are brought for show and tell. Will we recognize heaven, if we cannot see that war is hell?
The Illusion Of Love
Breaking and entering, no heart is safe from this crime. You invest all you have in trusting another, your hopes, your dreams and precious time.
With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by my arsenal.
I reach the top
and quickly remove
the rifle from my pack.
Already loaded and good to go.