Category: Death & Afterlife
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Gospel tree
not yet ready to lie down among leaves the tree knows death blows kisses in the wind offers its body a piece at a time to the living 2-23-21
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obituaries
Every morning you check obituaries To see if you have died or are just hanging out To haunt family and friends 2-17-21
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poem for her husband’s passing
She wrote It’s been a long journey He passed away this morning I’m ok Our son is here for a few days Family and friends support me Due to COVID There will be no service, but some day In the future, we will gather for stories and food Love to you For your friendship all…
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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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Hacking the mycorrhizal web
in wet leaves I stand under trees try to reach toes deep into mycorrhizal web hack fungal messages learn to translate maple, oak and pine in private chat rooms ask them to foretell my dying 12-15-20
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Dad
Last visit home photo of our sitting before I raced back To count your last breaths, I wonder what you may have thought of saying. But didn’t, because holding it inside was who you were 11-22-20
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After the storm
How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…
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Reason #1 to Avoid Election News
Do you remember waiting for Christmas. Did you think it would never come. Every mention of the holiday, it felt further and further away. Does the man on death row see time speed up? His demise chasing him. An anxious majority opinion wants to know. 11-7-20
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#1 and 2
#2 dead limb falls in woodsrattles leaves of the livingon it’s way to rest #1 there is an echo wind carries from where it’s been sit and be quiet 10-29-20
My husband's poetry 