Tag: life
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July
for AG Come to me slow, and easy and empty let me breathe right here in the thick of it wring water from my spine so my hips sit tall and fill with the fluency of your flowers with the shades of your contentment until every last golden jungle has been etched into my skin so I…
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THE OTHER PLACE
I can’t decide if it’s real -this place I visit in my mind- a parallel universe or only real imagined copy-pasted pieces from every magazine I’ve ever skimmed, the hundreds of storied books I’ve read once or twice about women and what their lives could or should be like. This place I’ve created (that lives contentedly…
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becoming water
when it became clear the cancer was going to be the thing to kill her; that the slow growing malignancy in her brain was going to be the thing to carry her away from us, from her body, from the beautiful life she’d created, she booked and kept her annual reservation at a yoga retreat in Costa Rica…
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two by two
stacked rocks fall I stack them again to be sure to be sure. two wicks burn the same candle spirits alight; bodies of fire. ranunculus petals fall one on top of the other like even in death they can’t stand to be apart (even in death.) about these poems a family I don’t know personally…
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Paper-whites
Truthfully, I hoped you’d ask about the Paper-whites. About their 4 x 3-foot patch of soil, about the piece of hand-me-down wrought iron fencing behind them, the single stake with the pointed spade missing between stake 5 and stake 7. I could tell you about my mother, Sandra then and for a few moments at…
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the eyelash on my cheek
it’s too soon to give it up the familiar galaxy I sometimes feel beating the gape of my chest. its flutters have wings, ancient and strong and still, I don’t yet know how to make it fly; don’t (yet) know what to do with it besides know that it’s there and it needs my…
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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statue of limitations
I sit alone off the Southern Coast of Rhode Island, anchored to nothingness, the ever-moving Atlantic is restless and keeping watch of too many silent exiles to count I am a tiny speck of land; an afterthought of sandy blonde beaches rising to meet each Kelly-greened bluff giving way to that great gray puddle of sea…
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EXCLAMATION POINTS
when I spray the 10-in-1 hair perfector on my dry(but-not-yet-splitting)ends the miracle spray smells like my adoptive sister Rachel smelled for most of 1989 it feels strange then, in 2025 to miss and remember the smell of an old black & white perfume bottle more than a person. after deciding last year that I’m not…
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the Iris
The truth of the poem startled me when I discover it layered up there with the brilliant prose and the heart-aching imagery It feels like an intruder: seated (settled really) in a darkened room of my own making it’s true though there is inherent sadness woven deeply into kindness, isn’t there? It’s the reason I…
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