Tag: poems
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A pansy grew
from a green pot I’d filled with lily bulbs last summer A pansy grew In brown soil, rich with holes of desperate squirrels A pansy grew in late November after weeks of soft frost and no running water A pansy grew her center a violet butterfly her wings petaled white A pansy grew and I knew I’d keep growing…
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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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ars poetica
is not coming in the door from an early morning walk with a paused podcast in your ear about anonymous people’s experiences with paranormal activity and leaving a voice memo for your sister-cousin because she’s clairvoyant and needs to listen to this last story about the woman who brought spirits home with her from Vietnam…
santos scribes 