Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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Lament #17
I read cicadas will be plentiful this summer Returning from long quarantine underground I miss the high descant keening above tree frog choruses I miss life begging come sit with me before we die I miss the closeness of being alive 6-19-20
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reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
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Spare the rod, Save the child
All night, you keep waking in school wooden paddles on bare skin stomach punches behind closed doors Cold winter hallways laughter in the classroom isolation you still feel They are probably all dead except in your head where they hide and never leave Bastards keep saying you deserve it and you hate yourself for wanting…
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The Crow Called…..Awe, Awe, Awe
“for my friend, Drew” in defiance, tall trees clapped and shook their fists argued all night at a cool blustery spring wind sleepless birds wisely stayed silent you got up composed a poem on the porch while standing in the dark eventually, you went back to bed waited for dawn when Carolina wrens sang in…
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hand-made chocolate shakes
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For the surgical nurse who I worked with when I was drafted I remember sneaking out the service door in the alley behind the hospital Jogging to an ice cream shop for hand-made chocolate shakes while you stood guard at the door We would sit in the nurses’ lounge – you would tell me your…