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breath

November 14, 2009 · Leave a Comment

smoke curls
and rises
through the holes in my head

and you
fit your lips
across my ears

and blow
like I’m your flute
but you contain no music

whistle
hollowed, tuneless
hideous wind plays

smoke unfurls
little white flags
but peace is not what I’m after

after
you’re gone
like leaves, birds, smoke

this list
I burn
upon crossing

your name
your shoes
your bones
your ideas
your pleas
your noise

drifts on currents
rises from lakes
and curls into ash

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I want this Tee

November 14, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Christmas List Item!!!

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Kamri & Kelley, Kamri’s Birthday Party

July 10, 2009 · Leave a Comment

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June 3, 2009 · Leave a Comment

This place flattened
And stretched
The trees and their shadows
Into one long dark path.

They used to run
And plod
Through this brilliant grass,
Now combed and pinned tightly to the ground.

Silly tradition,
Moving that tassel
And flashing I Love You’s;
Flashes snap; smiles fade.

This place used to be
Filled with you,
Stomping, shouting, whooping,
Climbing these trees and their shadows.

The grass longs for your feet,
The trees long for your weight,
I long for your little emergencies,
Your collective eyebrows, Your elbows.

I miss your bruised knees,
Your endless complaints,
Your excuses, your wild voices,
This place is flat.

It stretches the trees
And their shadows,
Pins down the smooth grass.
I’ll sit on the steps and wait.

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Frustration

June 2, 2009 · 1 Comment

We came with notebooks and pens.
These are not weapons.
Not on purpose.
We came with our ready hands.
Not to fight,
But to talk.
We came knowing you.
Knowing you don’t listen,
We came anyway.
We stayed to watch you:
Make a phone call.
Change your mind.
Wander off to get cake.
We stood when it was our turn.
You stayed seated.
We watched you draw a bell
And delegate our feelings to the edges.
Between bites,
Your corners stained with frosting,
You told us to love you.
You told us we are appalling failures.
You told us you cried.
Someone asked you for honesty.
And crumbs fell out of your mouth.
We left knowing you.
Knowing you didn’t listen,
Unclenching our fists
And sweeping our laps
With our open palms.

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Spring Makes Me Happy

May 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

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Strangers

May 8, 2009 · Leave a Comment

When my mother closes her eyes at night, she is visited by the faces of strangers. Her mind relaxes and faces appear and slide over, smiling faces; sad faces; all of them new to her. She watches their eyes as they drift by. They watch her back. In the morning, they crowd around her before fading into the deepening red background of her eyelids. The light seeps through her window shades and the strangers laugh, or cry, or turn away. My mother wakes up each day with company. She never faces a day alone.

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Spring

May 8, 2009 · Leave a Comment

New. All new. Leaf, bud, shoot,
Trillium closed like candles,
Sizzled sideways until three flames
Arched from the center
Atop three broad leaves;
A stem floats this symmetry,
Like fingertips holding a
Champagne glass
(The Marie Antoinette’s Breast Kind).
New, the resurrected dance, bubble, gurgle
Of our little creek.
Attus’ warm breath
Lifting the hem of my dress
And tangling my hair.
New as every morning,
But especially in Spring.
The blossoming trees show up
Wearing wild bonnets,
New, with the fragrance
Of promised fruit.

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A Song For a Dear Friend

January 12, 2009 · 1 Comment

Or, as Edna St. Vincent Millay Titled it,
“To the Wife of a Sick Friend”

Shelter this candle from the wind.
Hold it steady. In its light
The cave wherein we wonder lost
Glitters with frosty stalactite,
Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,
Sparkles with crystal moon and star,
Till a man would rather be lost than found:
We have forgotten where we are.

Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowing
Down the cave from a secret door
Enters our only foe, the wind.
Hold it steady. Lest we stand,
Each in a sudden, separate dark,
The hot wax spattered upon your hand,
The smoking wick in my nostrils strong,
The inner eyelid red and green
For a moment yet with moons and roses,–
Then the unmitigated dark.

Alone, alone, in a terrible place,
In utter dark without a face,
With only the dripping of the water on the stone,
And the sound of your tears, and the taste of my own.
(shudder)
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Fairy Godchildren

January 4, 2009 · 1 Comment

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Allena

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Akian (Brand New!)

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Hollis

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Everett

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