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good fortune
the view is aerial. you’re flying. on a train, through the sky. clickity-clack-zoom-zoom. you land in a place called texas but you swear the sign said “welcome armadillo”. either way it’s your family who greets you at the bus stop. or rather people who look like your family but don’t behave like them. when you…
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freebird
you have a way with wordsshe said once, in earnest but all the words I ever spoke back then were all the words I knew she’d like to hear so really it was the words who were having their waywithme through trialand mostly error,I have discerned most people would rather notlook atorlisten toa grown woman…
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the man on the park bench
beneath the spreading branches of a scotch pine treehe finds silhouetted beautyseated – still – solitaryships slip past the watery horizonbeckon, then roll softly byhe captures the canopied nature of the nothingness then-the way a hallowed archway enchants and frames herlike the anointed subject that she ishe returns here,to the wooden benchbeside the crooked tree,…
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for bubba
there is a coolness in the air this morningmaybe it’s all the rain we’ve collected this weekor maybe it’s just time, slipping softly byeither way today is the day you left for the fourth gradei don’t know why the 1st day of schoolalways takes me back to your first day of life,to that stunning first…
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an august sun
i was born with the late afternoon of an early august suna waxing sagittarius moon was high and day blind in the cloud-blue skyi was born a seekerin a sterile hospital, beside a shallow riverthat drifts and wades with tall grasses and state lines, even nowan entire country and most of what interests me lies…
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for sandra
i lost my mother once and then twice before a first grader the first time the cusp of sixteen the last countless stars have burned to dust and still i remember to not forget her in loving memory of my first mom, sandra lopes santos {4/4/54-8/2/97}
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embodied
head lice knitand crawl across worried crown,bowing fattened tick sticksto tender lid,leechedfor what eyes without color can see stained front teeth stand guard,jutted and yellowfrom words not permittedpast 28 cellsof prison-smiles a tiny heart murmurs,a tiny breathless holelove and sadness growfrom buried garden ditch, green indignant mole breaks irregular linestitch-break-gapestitchbreakgapenavel football scar lives 10,000 tales…
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the queen of hearts
the house had a smellas all houses and grandmothers doand it lived in her memoryas only particular smells and foster mothers mightsometimes the sunshine of a july heatwould bring the smell of that house to the forefront of her mindlike a new york city doorman in a hurricane. the house itself was simple, smallthe kind…
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(early) pandemic things
1st grade is canceled today, forever.face masks & coverings, how civilized.make-your-own, like this, with handkerchief & rubber bandswashable, disposable, worn inside, worn outside, 3 layers of litter.safer-at-home, two weeks tops, by easter sounds nice, delusional.lines for food, wait 6ft. apart, what will there be left?lines for food boxes 20 miles long, i’ll take what you…
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the vinyasa
inhale mountaintop soars from gnarled feet,tadasana.less tada! more { A S A N A } exhale bound-toed ballerina leaps fromtree-lined train-tracked tight-rope,uttanasanaexactly as she sounds, only better. inhale place handsexhale step beyond,adho mukha svanasanawhat did she just say? ‘adho mukha svanasana’ahh okay, g’bless you. inhale, you saw it coming,more trouble than she’s worth-chaturanga dandasanalets plank…
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