grief
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Keep Choosing
Three of my closest friends died in the past few years. My brother and my best friend years before. Others have been lost to other causes, some still mysterious. I knew this happens with age. I could say I expected it. But I didn’t. Continue reading
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Calling the Ghost (an old poem)
How long must I sit on your grave to elicit a visitation? Must I fast? Must I meditate on the vastness of the universe of death? Must I count my own? Must I arrive at midnight to pull your ashes back to some semblance of you? If I wake, if I sleep, will you… Continue reading
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… and then I started doing this:
Template from Cathy Zielske. Papers from Basic Grey. Elements from Basic Grey, Anna Aspnes, and Art Journal Caravan. The poem is mine. and this: Template from Cathy Zielske. Papers from Anna Aspnes, and me. Clips & brads from Basic Grey. Elements from Anna Aspnes, Laurie Ann, Katie Pertiet, DeviantScrap, and Art Journal Caravan. Library cards… Continue reading
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Snapshot Haibun
It's only habit that holds me together. on the snow in the garden bird tracks [Severely edited 14 December 02010] Continue reading
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snapshot poem 21 july 02010
grief accumulates marbles in a leather bag cat eyes, shooters, steel dust in the corner stones in the heart feathers on the camel’s back it comes in storms, in waves, in small winds in large windsin stone walls you lean against it it leans against you you carry a village on your back a steep… Continue reading
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