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my dead

I call them my dead, not that they don’t still belong to themselves or to the universe now, but they are mine because when they lived we walked together & now I carry memories from each of them like small … Continue reading

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Lois (Alzheimer’s poem #7): Scrabble & Sunday Crosswords

I used to sit under the table cross-legged while my mother & grandmother solved the Sunday crossword in ink or locked up the board playing Scrabble. Later, I joined them & learned the joy of contorting words into new forms; … Continue reading

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite

What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading

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