Tag: nature
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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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SIGNS of LIFE (a year in review)
APRIL 2, 2024 today bone white springs where a face use to be “remains” we call them dying proof MAY 7th, 2024 today a new moon arrives and so we finger paint with our feet JUNE 18, 2024 today clouds like typed lines in a blue sky they write themselves JULY 12, 2024 today a…
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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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Breaking Blossom
wild delicate body three hands and a foot long lonely, rippling home swan/step swan/step twilight is the blessing then at times, the only thing the fleeting respite from days steeped in inhales step tersely, but bow to darkness to kindness to the “ness” of everything if I stepped out of my body I would…
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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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january 2025
1.1 today a blank page 1.2 today a wristwatch gold & clinking like my father wore 1.3 today the second walk of the year burrrr 1.4 today fog so dense it illuminates 1.5 today frosted roads and ethereal treetops…
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12 days in December
12.4 today harder than it has to be my disposition doesn’t help either 12.5 today a walk beneath the barren trees holding their empty nests I count plenty 12.6 today sixty years later Rudolf (the Red Nosed Reindeer) with them 12.7 today our Nutcracker tradition continues and g r o w s 12.8…
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Hospitable
I don’t think she’s dying At least not in the ways we think she is I think she’s letting us go Softly, surely putting some distance between herself and the human race one raging wildfire, one war torn country, one (L)Awful Democrazy at a time She does not need us not the way(s) we need…
santos scribes 