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yesterday
as i bent beside the fading green kiddy poolto fill the small yellow bucket withdays old bug clouded water,i thought of you and so, i kneeled when i pouredthe watery clouds along the soil breakat my garden’s bed i started with the arugula,not yet peppered or rocketingand then poured twice from the bucket to the…
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livewire
when the worst thing to happenhappens at the beginning of a life instead of in the middle somewhereor closer to the end; trust and curiosity never get the chanceto set-up, to root or roam free. instead, it is fear and apprehension thatimplant and infiltrate the dirt below. beforewe’re old enough to understand what’s happened our…
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daily delight
for gray when you ask me this morning, over french toast and blueberries if you are my favorite child, i don’t know what to say. i want so badly to tell you the truth. you deserve the truth. i tell you the shortened version of your birth story instead; how brand new and familiar you…
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brinkles
a haven of childhood dreams; where sick days feel like snow days and the comforting ease of a weighted, worn blanket is always just around the corner. still spinning bike tires and dirt caked toys lay discarded and dozing on a generous green lawn. a devoted dog, collared and quiet, sleeps soundly in the sunny…
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folds
there is a time that existss o m e w h e r eafter the night has given herself to the daybreakbut before the day has shown us her cardsin a place where the windowpane nestles the wallempty shadows & beckoning light play a serial game; catch-me-if-you-can it is the greatest secret never told,only i…
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75th street
earth wakes freckledin her own wet snow; again and still the robin, redrefuses to not sing without winterhow else would we see the birds? the red-shouldered hawk, the golden eaglethe peregrine falcon who hides and caws out from her heart;the barren treetops today it is the parachuterswho are parachuting six, maybe seven, stand floating;scattered feathers…
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a eulogy
on her birthday i drink my coffee black with two sugars, the way she did. there isn’t a single cloud in my coffee on march 28th, only the gentle clank of her silver teaspoon on my favorite mug. it can be heard anywhere in the house. deep chestnut brown, almost black, that was the color…
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rewiring a house
like pulling bones, from a still live fish without waterthis process is painful and slow goingi am the fish, its scales too. a screwdriver, its undoneness, i knowso too, the severance a pair of needled nose pliers will impartbut the excommunication, the illumination, that’s new. is it true that the energy running through the veins…
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pirate’s booty
she sits forward, kneeling to dip a powdered piece of puffed pirate booty into a cup of thick strawberry skyr. just forty years ago the choice was government cheese or powdered milk; it’s not a wonder i went without, often. nothing good comes from bricked cheese that reeks of its cardboard box and plastic or…
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