grief
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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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Coming to Grief
I walk with you again, this crowded gravel path. We pass beneath dying elms, fire maples, thick oaks. Soon bats will rise up, above the trees. My hair clings to my skull in the rain. I hear the river moving stones in its bed. The rain stops. Now, spots of sun, the steady dripping from… Continue reading
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