Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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Queuing at the Door, or, A Prayer for Bob Hinkle
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1) Fold your hands, bow your head, Shut your eyes and pray I would try, but no one said how to pray Just how to act like praying I wanted to know where to go, how many Steps to take, how many doors to open 2) Dad would get angry, If you cheated and opened…
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Holding Space in Time of COVID
alone ~ pastel painted room stand ~ in front ~ interactive mirror Lululemon ~ formal attire strike ~ yoga pose 4-21-21
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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Beatitudes
Blessed is the morning Blessed is the coffee Blessed is the sun before the rain Blessed are the birds that dampen the traffic noise Blessed is the train that wails and the siren song that fades Blessed is the drone of the plane that stays aloft Blessed are the dog walkers, the couples, the skateboarders,…
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haiku morning augury
dark crow roosts in tree I’ve been waiting your return tell me where you’ve been congregants gather rise and fall and rise, again praise of gold finches woodpecker in tree is the hollow echo you or is it the wood 3-22-21
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Dream #1051
beach cottage dream salt air beauty sunrise walk walk until tired turn around walk back, again juxtaposed meditation against a tired voice that complains all the way home about never learning how to moderate this lonely life 3-20-21
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how I became a poet
When I was in fourth grade they tried to teach me violin but I was called a sissy I put down my case and fought When I was seventh grade I wanted to play French horn but trombones were cheaper I knew all the troublemakers and band secrets I’d laugh and would not snitch When…
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Sitting with M.C.
“…..let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up by what is above us…..” M.C. Escher M.C. and I sit between hemispheres, Discuss whether we are descending or ascending. Is the floor a ceiling or just a floor? Hands reach out from chests…
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morning mantra
On the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear…
My husband's poetry 