Photos 2007
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Snapshot Poem
08 august 02007 neighbors come and go in the smokey heat this house is dark and cool, cats complaining of boredom and neglectyowling up and down the dusty staircasewhy do we live each day? through fire and flood and darkening news the absence of loves everywhere, pain women laughloudly, in the street don’t they… Continue reading
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colors
driving into a purple sky a red house a yellow house could i paint this? children running on a green field then, the town square a domed building a military statue who made these rules? flags and banners … Continue reading
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Snapshot 18 July
Even in dreams I am insubstantial. Flimsy. Ghosting through a history of rooms.Tulips droop in glass pitchers. Cats slip past the plastered walls.Even in dreams my hips complain. Stiff. Sullen. Uncooperative. Petals fall onto hardwood floors. Linoleum peels, curling up at the base of the sink. An earthquake shakes plates from the cupboard.… Continue reading
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Monday
Every few years I reach an awkward milestone — an age I think of as my mother’s. I reached another of those yesterday, on Mothers’ Day. Fifty-nine. Isn’t that my mother’s age? My grandmother’s? How did this happen? How did I get here? Continue reading
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