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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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eulogy for a mother
on her birthday I drink my coffee black with two sugars, like she did. There isn’t a single cloud in my coffee on March 28th, only the gentle clank of a silvered teaspoon against the lip of my favorite coffee cup. This most comforting sound can be heard from anywhere in the house. Deep chestnut…
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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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viridescent
can a color choose you?stake claim to your heart, your lifethe way a lover or a child might? it’s interesting to think aboutthat ring of green encircling the brown in your eyes therewho do you suppose chose it?was it you?was it green?was it god?we’ll never know of course, but i love that we’re talking about…
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uncle
she tells us you were my father oncein a different lifetime; the 1400sthat you found me in a basket,our family business, a printing pressthis all feels mostly trueexcept you father me now too,here; in 2023just yesterday mother,there is a charge that rings round this wordfor mean emptiness revisitseach time\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ i call youthe one thing you…
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SBL
i dreamt of you last nightwell of us really i dreamt i was in a yoga studioonly it wasn’t a studiobut a housefull of roomsfull of peoplepracticing yoga i searched for youlooking every last person in the eye to be sureasking the people behind each room’s deskif any of these people were youor if maybe…
santos scribes 