Category: beauty
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Socially awkward
No one knows how it got there; If the woods encroached on its space Or whether the camellia invaded the woods. Was a seed dropped by a bird or did a gardener plant it? It doesn’t matter how, only that it blooms At the edge of a woods on a chilly winter’s day 1-19-21
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Of the Pond
feeding fish ripple white clouds, the surface of blue sky tops of trees quiver remind me worlds exist below reflected heavens 1-11-21
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meditation on a leaf
…..watch leaf detach drift to ground …..ask daylight to replay the moment …..exhausted unencumbered by connection to past …..leaf releases hold leaps into abyss …..inaudible to ears a gasping sound 12-8-20
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Evolution of an artist
She laid in bed at night and complained , something is wrong with our child; her genetic donor rolled over and muttered, go to sleep tomorrow, we will fix its flaws _____ Norms mutate They don’t know why They just do _____ Grocery shoppers eat the beautiful, avoid bruised fruit Chuck, evolution doesn’t care about…
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resist the dying
Bright butterfly color of leaves falling. I mistook you for one until you rose up and flew. 11-19-20
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21st century nude
crystallized carbonate mountain marble goddess inside is being quarried _____ her shape wrapped hidden in garments heavy as stone _____ this time strong rough female hands sculpt their vision 11-13-20
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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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Thumbtacks
Election Day, trying to avoid the news trying to think of anything but this election On a friend’s page, I see a picture of a pinup girl, wonder what she was like when she wasn’t a fantasy I feel guilty for looking, but I look anyway, tell myself that the person she was that day…
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Translucent rags
After everyone had gone home only the pulsating glow of embers remained. I watched a possum walk through the yard. A woman appears in the chair next to me, wild hair, dressed in translucent rags that moved in a wind I could not feel. She says the moon is beautiful, I reply I cannot see…
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Writing a Poem in Time of Election Debate
cellulose fillet mycelium feast beauty lies down with a corpse hot tea in blue cup waits for rain upon stump (posting tomorrow’s poem an hour early) 9-29-20
My husband's poetry 