Category: daily life
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The Leaping Stone
It’s not winning you crave, but losing you fear It’s not the destination, but the journey A satiated stone cannot move on its own It must wait to be broken Gathered up in green and consumed To run forests, swim rivers or fly In the stochasticity of brokenness Resides your seeking soul Leap from your…
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2708 So. 18th St.
Every morning, he rose from his bed sat at the kitchen table by the window drank coffee with cream and listened to local news on the radio He shoveled snow in winter mowed the lawn in summer and walked the dog three times a day He warmed up the car, took her to the beauty…
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Coffee at Whole Foods waiting on a friend
Empty tables chair legs and slatted shadows Lie prone on concrete Young woman two tables over studies Amidst shadows of legs and feet Her shadows in slatted empty space Reveal no sparkly clothes 11-25-19
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a moody Monday morning meditation
Lie in bed luxuriate in folding rhythms of rain on roof Feel the ache of bleacher buns from a youth soccer weekend And try to decide if hospitals and hotels use the same chef For hospital food and free hotel breakfasts to remove the flavor and goodness 11-18-19
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a sunny, chilly afternoon
Feta cheese, tuna, guacamole, a few walnuts and dishes cleaned. I have time for a chilly two mile stroll and to read a bit more listen poetry and music tonight Life in the slow lane often is scenic Wait for me, if you get there before I do; I am not late only few minutes…
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11/12 untitled
Ponder the why of this language we were born into This amalgam cobbled together from words of our ancient conquered and conquering selves Of victims and robbers of raped and rapists of slain and slayers Ask yourself why English grammar demands we list ourselves last as in, my sisters, my brothers and I And yet…
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She
poem for a friend ======================== She is a lucid dreamer small and lithe as the cat asleep on her bed She is an awakening dancer She runs until She hurts She has been broken and will break again She is a healer looking for a healer She is fiercely courageous fiercely loyal and fiercely afraid…
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sleeping in a strange bed
Sleeping in a strange bed your back talked to you all night You got up early tried to decide if you wanted coffee Outside it’s 30 degrees you tell yourself today should be canceled until tomorrow 11-10-19
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‘Social conditioning’ or ‘If Pavlov’s dog cleaned his own doggie dish’
My dishes drip dry – Don’t yours? Do you sometimes see a towel Hanging on the refrigerator door And Mom echoes in your amygdala The dishes aren’t done until They’re dried and put away But you resist the urge to dry your dish And scream in your head – Oh hell no I am the…
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Morning commute
Before the sensible rise you rise Sit on the edge of your bed listen to her breathe Ponder years of falling unconscious beside one another One eye on your sideview mirror you pull forward into traffic Warning: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear 11-6-19
