February 2012
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When she asked me why the fall from grace I reply No fall. I walked away.
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Shivering at dusk with an ember-tipped smoke I confess at last.
November 2011
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It’s a horrible
Time of year to be an exile.
May 2011
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The cartoon character’s run and pivot are modeled after a furry-pawed cat.
Mine are playing like ponies this chilly April morning, balancing bird watching with a never-ending game of tag.
Wide eyed with perpetually adjusting ears, they prey on this wild world until one pounces on the other.
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The wash of stars above went unnoticed as she pulled up on the front door handle silencing a screech that would wake her children, warrant calls from the back of the house, reminding her that she was leaving them alone, again. What a terrible way to greet the day when it hands you maternal guilt in a brown paper lunch sack, something to chew at you.
The neighborhood seemed weary so early, so...
February 2010
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Sweet maiden of intellect, you are smart enough to know we are not BFFs because I made your computer print an assignment which you fretted would land you a zero without the work. We have not talked about boys or our dreams nor have we had the important first fight that congeals all real friendships. I will accept your bubbly zeal, though.
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Come, Snow, bury me so deep in your womb that I don’t ever feel compelled to find a way out. Numb me so thoroughly that my taste for numb disappears, that my burning lungs stop begging for more. Fill me so completely that regret and loss and hope all fall out of my stomach never to return. Harden my heart and take my tongue with a clean break Force me to give up air for water, land for sea....
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Two Filipino women use broken politeness to request access to my office. The same smile that flashes each time we pass is on display, shielding unfamiliarity. I oblige as every new guest should.
September 2008
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Seagulls like living kites pace back and forth ebbing gently from the shore.
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dirty golden light dances behind stone flowers in the silent home.
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Let go of the things ahead of you.
When you’re done they will return to you.
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The Red Maple
So much depends on a red maple prophet of suburbia
pointing toward September without remorse.
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Waterbugs paddle searching for hopeful ripples spinning with a mate
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Mist migrates around stone bluffs kneeling at the lake a woodpecker seeks.
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Engines
Standing around the open hood they talked about engines. Stories I’ve heard before still I laughed, smiled, nodded while Dave seemed to be drowning again, Dick’s eyes showed the space in his heart, and my anger and grief took turns with my chest.
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An Intoxicating Prayer
After 3 bottles of Strawberry Hill Boones I ask God for 3 things:
Keep Dana and her friend safe tonight, Lord And please comfort Jim George with his loss today And be with Kenton after all he’s been through.
But not before I make this disclaimer: God, I know I’m drunk but…
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Can I ache for you? Touch those eyes embers of fires on top of fires Cool water soothing scientific fact says heat moves to cooler source bring it to me we will bear this one together.
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The silence is full of peace as if a hundred voices are whispering kind words to me.
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One Million Joyous Leaves Waving as I go by. The road is welcoming.
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I grieve my fear of silence true silence when the ringing in your ears seems like an air horn the air conditioning a mightywind the song in my head repeating a welcome friend.
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The birds are still singing their praises never asking for fins, gills they share their gift with no discretion.