Tag Archives: love

Kitchen magic

Today we learn a cure for homesickness we jar like honey and a dessert to sweeten loneliness a bitter zest only palatable after rounded by time I will shape a magic of butter and flour under my hands and whispering simply … Continue reading

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Love Poem

For Eulonia If I were a ladybug I would marry you in your constant opening to air; my 12 footprints tracking pollen across our moss bed, these antenna 2 quills shaped to scribe your sweet with nectar ink. I would across kingdoms shout a … Continue reading

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spelling

When I first loved you, maybe I wrote your name on a piece of paper and floated it in honey, or maybe I chanted it at midnight, on a night cold as this one, where speech is visible as breath, … Continue reading

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a convenient attack of sometimes

They want to meter sunlight in a convenient attack of sometimes where truth is less than the sum of its spin and I am less in love with language in favor of words: bone, cup, water; a simple speech of … Continue reading

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For what dies before it’s born

for all of us My country is cold, with knifed mountains that tear the old lace of saudade, that word born where the Mediterranean kisses the southern coast of Europe; as far from where I stand as you are.  These feelings … Continue reading

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I sing dandelion seeds

My chrysanthemum/daisy/buttercup bouquet in a shoebox is a love poem.  I open it for you, smiling, but you see only the yellows, not the asters that are my eyes.  I sing dandelion seeds, each note touching your face.  You brush … Continue reading

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What she said (a sort of roundel)

Return to me, love.  My feet are planted deep in this country, sole to earth, rooted in the same soil where my father’s bones sleep. My spirit flows here, exhaled and rebreathed. Return to me and take what is offered. … Continue reading

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