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Snapshot poem 29 April 2026
my heart is broken it is worn out at the knees ~ Suzanne Vega I have forgotten how to do this. How to sit with myself on a Wednesday morning and pay attention. How to resist the Breaking News. How to resistbreaking. Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 17 June 02017
You leave and then it rains and rains. Flood warnings for Ovando, Seeley Garnet, Greenough, Clearwater. The garden glistens, glitter on lilac leaves in shafts of sun. I sit alone on the wooden bench, hood up, smoking, listening to rain, percussive on the furnace pipe. This old body hums. My… Continue reading
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Harvest
In preparation for the lean season, I gather my memories. Some ripe and sweet as childhood, others in neglected, unwatered corners, withered and stone-hard. Some offer themselves freely, some hide in thistles and thorns. This basket grows heavy. Winter is coming. But not today. Continue reading
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Binky
My little dog had a binky, a soft blue toy he carried everywhere, upstairs & down, inside & out, into his crate at bedtime, & if he lost it, he was frantic, tiny black dustmop searching every- where, coming to me with pleading eyes, but then last week he really did lose it,… Continue reading
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Explore
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js I want to explore what is out of sight. Deeper down. Higher up. I want to explore what casts those shadows on my wall. To explore whose is that perfect form. I cannot look at it straight but only slant, with shaded eyes. I want to discover how many… Continue reading
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