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Category Archives: New Free Verse
hidden places
you find this one walking in the creek itself & turn hard right where the temperature of the water around your ankles drops from warm tadpole soup to chilled lemonade the animals know it & come here to drink; I … Continue reading
Paleontology: weighing down/lifting up
Grief is cumulative; each new loss stacked on the old ones; like sedimentary rock the weight will crush you by layers, given time & enough pressure. To survive dig up those ancient bones & get to know them well. They … Continue reading
the night routine (or, I’ve seen this movie and know how it ends)
I know your day ended sometime around 6, & you’re still out there, running circles for your habit. It is exhausting to watch from the sidelines & there is a 12-step program that tells me not to so I don’t, for my own sanity. It’s probably … Continue reading
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Insanity
Like a rat barreling towards nothing on an exercise wheel you are running in the same place you started to run, still expecting to end up somewhere else & surprised when you fall off exhausted, exactly where you started as if … Continue reading
Undomesticated
women in my family sow, but don’t sew, don’t knit, and crochet hooks are useless between our fingers but give us a pen, a piano, pastels, or a paintbrush, and we create like crazy; we paint a cross stitch of … Continue reading
Alzheimer’s poem # 8: Why I call my mother Lois
in 77 years, she had so many different names her husband and friends called her Lo, & we 3 called her Mom & when she forgot she was a mother & that she had a nickname once when she started calling … Continue reading
Weeding
The lesson is simple: Wear gloves, because this is muddy effort that works its way beneath fingernails the unplanned roots grab hard, unwilling to leave soil this well-tended & welcoming some are beautiful but leaving them will choke & stunt … Continue reading