Category: Aging
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praying to patriarchs
thread bare dress sinew and bone calloused feet on ground hands in air I have four kids, don’t call me lazy, I work three jobs, none pay a living wage I’m not your incubator to impregnate and leave I make ends that have no end – meet pay me a living wage and give me…
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Woodpecker tree
Barkless trunk stares out from park Grey spire among the green Woodpecker tree stands dying Beak thwacks on wood Hopes something sticks its head out To see whose knocking Maybe the living will gather you in its branches Prop you up a little longer Before you go to ground Until you snap off in a…
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maybe, I’m ok
When I was young I would page through Playboy for cartoons now I do the same with the New Yorker maybe this is a sign of progress maybe a sign of lower testosterone maybe it is both and I’m okay with that An ant appears from somewhere wanders across the page unafraid maybe it’s a…
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Senescence 2021
Stop waiting for change; it will happen. Squash some bugs, pull weeds Water your garden; flowers grow into tomatoes 1-17-21
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Hacking the mycorrhizal web
in wet leaves I stand under trees try to reach toes deep into mycorrhizal web hack fungal messages learn to translate maple, oak and pine in private chat rooms ask them to foretell my dying 12-15-20
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Jack’s Giant
Jack dreamed the reason He no longer had nightmares of giants Is he had become an adult and adults are giants to young children He didn’t want to inhabit children’s dreams as a giant So he dreamed of becoming A child, again, but….. His dream morphed into a nightmare Because every little boy (If they…
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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The humbling of a Greek god
Some days, I feel good about my unruly COVID hair wind blown like the gods in paintings of Greek myths Then I do Facebook LIVE and my wife says I need to comb my hair and get it out of my face I stand in front of the bathroom mirror no bulging biceps, lats or…
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Dad
Yesterday, was three years since I counted your last breaths. I tried to post about it, but didn’t. I thought of the summer before college. I was going to walk across America with a staff I carved from a sapling and kept behind the door of my room. I was going to listen to American…
