Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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how about you?
sharp Fall mornings cut through summer clothes how about you? I await the sun and lingering summer how about you? COVID isolates this extrovert twists my brain in knots how about you? vicissitudes of aging don’t mesh with young desires how about you? 10-20-21
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Behind the screen
he tries to understand young girls raised to venerate the Virgin but women who came to veneration late in life are who he needs to hear and ask forgiveness 9-23-21
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Loving a rescue dog
Love lived in dog years ends Before you’re ready for it to end So you foster another dog Try to break bad habits Their previous owner couldn’t You use a kennel and bark collar Put them on a diet and Maybe it works and maybe you are happy But still, love lived in dog years…
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Through the broken glass
You have grown tired of sickness All the news, all the fake news and Graphs spinning in fractal mazes You want to sit with friends Say hi to strangers Enjoy music and poetry in a crowded room You want to attend workshops in person See peoples’ gears grind as they respond to prompts Wander aimlessly…
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untitled
you nod from your porch I nod while I walk this intimacy of strangers sustains us both 9-6-21
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We were the class of ’70
We were children pretending to be adults. This was our seeding, the setting of roots until our transplantation. If these were our glory days what the hell have we been doing for 50 years? We were the bridge between the gap a bridge over troubled waters waiting for the bus at McCord’s running to Goodnight’s…
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poem for the moon man
Woodpecker drumming Like woodpeckers do Dog walkers walk Alone in the park Heron in shallows Green lizard on fence Coffee cup empty Meander on home 7-15-21
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wool gathering at 4am
I thought I saw you across the room sitting alone in your hat. I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked up. I pushed back my chair to go over, say hello and ask about mom, When I realized you’re four years gone, you got up and left without finishing your meal. 7-1-21
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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