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Tag Archives: poetry
Birthday Poem
I never sent you print birthday wishes, Preferred telephone calls or jotted notes, But today marks eighteen years, my sister; Eighteen unsent happys, full of frilled quotes And cured cursive, unabashedly winked Across a rainbowed river of milled hope Meant … Continue reading
what it isn’t
Before you envision an us, before you stroke emotions further in a masturbation without release, a frictioned fictioned state of caging behind bars you gilt edge and name unrequited, I should tell you loves-me/loves-me-not outcomes are fixed before beginning: petals plucked honestly come … Continue reading
timing
I wrote you a poem once about salmon fighting currents, tire sandals, and Kenyan dust it was less about you and more about that pacing wild you owned the thing I never understood I wrote it after you left me without … Continue reading
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Tagged friendship, poetry, speechless, whrer the hell did THIS come from, wildness
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dawn
For a feeling that breaks into blossom where dreams seed there are no adequate words but there are colors that tell it and those I would paint over sunrise, backlit if I had the right brush
readying
I am no lady, weeding deep as soil goes, elbows in and eager to seed, stopping to wave at my neighbor who says my kneeling is more a predictor of spring than inconsistent robins, but she’s not a dirt person, forgets … Continue reading
Jackalope Tastes Like Lobster
Jackalope tastes a lot like lobster hard headed mythic conceived in thunder and born in hail though it is difficult to chew with a tongue in your cheek
Some Other Jesus
The Jesus I know fed 10,000 hungry, touched lepers, blessed tax collectors and turned tables in the temple upside-down, because they were heavy with coins. The Jesus I know let a woman sit at his feet and learn, instead of … Continue reading