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scar quadrille

scar–that shine on my shin from a fall off my bicycle the red curve under a belly that birthed children and a calligraphy of scratches these are proof of passage through a world that marks us forever in blood. Advertisements

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Requiem for an appliance

Something standing in a house eight years unmoving should be family– those people we cannot move easily, stubbing toes sometimes on their hard edges & them without the grace or ability to apologize (it was our toes kicking them after all) … Continue reading

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(a)Wake

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading

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Frankie’s Poem (ballad form)

Die with it in you, were the words he cried and so I bent voiceless to that noose, tighter round my neck than ever my tongue was tied, keeping secret what other women loosed. The words they say I sang … Continue reading

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blue moon (55)

This blue moon, just one more made miracle, as if the moon itself isn’t a gift; midsky, bright the full fatness we walk under tells the end; no harvest reaped but bones. There must be indian names for this: Ash moon, bitter moon, full … Continue reading

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Two Fibonacci poems from my spam folder

Please check the spare shoelaces, recognizable across earth for their welcome woosh. We will often defend a misunderstanding that always trusts what the stars said.

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the creek bank

The men pull steelhead from this water, long as my arm and I wonder where they find them in all this shallowness. I fished, once, licensed and ankle deep in morning on the edge of Rainbow Lake, hooking one small … Continue reading

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