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“Alone”

so much up I am a bubble in champagne unpopped rising drunk and redder than sunset somewhere far, far d o w n a palm tugged my string but here I am playmate to clouds Advertisements

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Completing the set

for Jeff You were bigger than my doll but quiet.  When I bounced her on my lap she squawked mama through her plastic mouth, but you had no words, only bubbles; black licorice eyes shinier than jellybeans in an Easter basket. Your fingers knew how … Continue reading

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Christmas, 1994

Florida didn’t seem like Christmas to me, snowless and palmed, the only white the sugared sand beaches of the Gulf where I chose shells to fill wire baskets for my mother and sister I strung shells with peacock feathers, crafting dreamcatchers … Continue reading

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details (making dinner)

I am thinking of Venus transits in passing, something deleted from junk e-mail unread this morning, but somehow relevant as I break rosemary into sage to tease the nose in green-scented olive oil.  My pestle is innocent of  stars & their charting & … Continue reading

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Arms and voices for peace: A duet

by Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels there are arms we lay down & others we hold open there are tongues we must still and others we loose; the barbed tongue that howls like a howitzer we have to leash and … Continue reading

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three faces (bridging)

we keep our goddesses on the unlit side of the moon, that darkness where the feminine divine answers trinity with trinity– a stone truth echoed in our faces. I am not the maiden I was with razor cheekbones and pointed breasts, those boned … Continue reading

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(in)sanity

we live a question, punctuated by madness curving into an ease of marks, ideas of reference the .  that stops a murder of crows, so they drop (stunned) where hanging flights of ideas flock & fly south, in loose associations migrating & leave me … Continue reading

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