Author: cfblack
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How to Survive a Conversation with a Narcissist
Tell me your requirements for love and I will tell you that is not love. 12-20-23
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Love in the time of chess
take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23
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Poet tea
in Larry’s kitchen water simmers on stove light through blinds climbs the dining room wall outside we feed the chimenea old newspapers, talk cultural appropriation, Sufi poets, Herbert, Milton, Shakespeare, Donne, and how imperfect fruit tastes sweeter than grocery store perfection, while we sip tea in the sunshine until the fire burns out 12-20-23
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The heretic
standing in the cold beating on the door begging for someone to open the door gives way and falls forward you were knocking from inside 12-19-23
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blue haiku
cold, bright, morning light muddied pond after the storm reflects blue, blue sky 12-18-23
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On the Way to Ixtlan
Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…
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Dessicated dreams
mother’s unused canning jars sit on shelves in the garage dried fire flies in some it does not matter if it was a sibling or I who tried to capture light and forgot to let it loose before we were called inside it only matters that mother allowed us to use her precious canning jars…
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Swimming Beyond the Reef with Anne Sexton
I read you incessantly. Struggle to find a way through your madness. Like a lifeguard I come up behind you; try to pull you to shore, but how do you save an expert swimmer who is committed to drowning? I tread water beside you. Watch for an opening in the rhythm of your thrashing. It…
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chilly haiku
Frost on my windshield Argh! No scraper in glovebox Didn’t move South for that 12-12-23
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From my reading:
“Treasures lie hidden beneath the throne of God; the key to those treasures is the tongue of poets.” – The Bab I hope I can rise to this challenge. 12-12-23
My husband's poetry 