Poems
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Ruminating Maternal
I am practicing peacefulness. I am removing the faces from my rotating cabinet of illusions. I am accepting that I don’t have to approve in order for something to be true. I am reimagining my mornings and afternoons and evenings. I am observing the sticky little hands all over the sliding glass door. I am Continue reading
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Summer Untitled I
I was worrying about tomato seed stains, But then I realized I’ll miss them in a year. When I pull that onesie Out of the tote upstairs. Won’t it be lovely to remember the sun In their hair? Why would I wash out our imprinted time? As if it was a mistake. As if my Continue reading
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#TankaTuesday 1.3.23
Fresh like a diaper On a clean baby’s bottom. This year will be my Opportunity to scrub Old dirt from my life’s corners. Continue reading
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Winter Meditation
We watched splinters shiver Towards the sun, perched Like juniper berries thirsting heat. “Even the birds are confused”, I said. Perhaps I should exchange flowers Or myself there, But its easier to blame The bird-brained for My own uncertainty. I am finite So unlike The sunlight gleaming On a raven’s feathers. Unfettered, Our cilia dance Continue reading
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Tomorrow Is Not a Day I Dread- 2013
Tomorrow is not a day I dread. I wish for clearance in my brain. My head has more clarity than Baltic pearls. She talks. She imparts a wisdom words written only cheapen, but alone I know she steers an invisible ship towards white sandy beaches and peace among pastures, Green or placid. She was raised Continue reading
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A Bad Date – 2013
I pulled the blinds On you 8 years ago. You crept in through every Crack and crease in my mind. So I hung curtains, too. Finally I blacked you out, And I almost forgot out you. One of the cords got loose And you poked your way through Like a small string of sun. You Continue reading
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Suddenly, my friends- 2013
Suddenly, my friends Have become ephemeral As the flowers of late March. Our home was built On top of each other. The sex sounds that crept Through the cardboard walls Like little glimmers of light Are muted. We stand in different leaky Homes that keep us From bleeding into one another. I have never felt Continue reading
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Plant Cemetary
My husband drizzled fish fertilizer into our house plants as a harbinger for health. Like the tea I sip to restore my constitution, so we’d read the fish juice would bring verdant leaves and pillowy blossoms. As he entered our home, a plant cemetery awaited his gaze while grey November creaked outside. Fractured stems poked Continue reading
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My Daughters
Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives. How do I become Continue reading
About Me
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