Tag Archives: memory

Used to it

I didn’t get over losing you easy, Your name still a whisper under my tongue. I woke up today counting the years of it On my fingers: 26 without you. This year is different. Now, I am the last of … Continue reading

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the crust

I make bread not the way mom and grandma did, kneading until knuckles were clean of flour but with my Kitchenaid with a dough hook funny how that smell of bread, still warm cut open spread with butter and honey … Continue reading

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silver (anniversary)

You have become less you and more an if only. You are bigger than the reason I hate Februarys. You are more than a sound. you are larger, but lighter than the sum of your bones and the shape of … Continue reading

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letter to an old lover

I don’t remember the color of the walls in the room where we first spoke, but I do know the color of the glove I left in your car so I would see you again– dangerously red and obvious, dark … Continue reading

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memory

  We all have shadows, person-shaped thrown against our hearts sometimes, mine dance.    

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More on orange lilies

Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s¬†headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous¬†tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading

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visiting Lois

faces are not faces any more but parts of the room to her–a roomscape with no sun ever setting & the days uncharted by anything but the brightness of this fluorescent & linoleum reality of a waiting room overlooking a … Continue reading

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