Category: Family
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Ecdysis
fling your feelings of unworthiness into the void this is not an act of despair this is finding the space to grow _____ finding the space to grow throw your feelings of unworthiness into the void shed despair like an old snake’s skin 6-25-26
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Acceptance
Some would say that love is for joy and when it stops being about joy, it ceases being love. But I say, “Love is for itself.” It gives and takes, caresses and abuses. It is the disease and remedy. We must swallow the prescribed medicine, because refusal is madness, acceptance the cure. You may ask,…
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seas of light
too hot to swim ducks and geese rest in cattail shadows in the shade of my yard I rest, call friends and wonder if the dead never leave us and are just resting in the shade of this life before they begin to swim in seas of light upon light 6-9-26
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peaceful afternoon
On a peaceful afternoon I sit in the shade and imagine myself in Gaza. I sit on a pile of rubble and wave a white flag at the Israeli soldiers. I tell them I’m writing an article about genocide and how it impacts the surviving generations. They cover their faces and call in an air…
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Tests as healing medicine
grit in teeth irritant in shoes once you were sand in need warmth glass remembers fire and you vanished breathe…fog on the surface know you are transformed 5-8-26
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Ten months
Died, such a small word, but oh the weight it drags behind it. It has been ten months and the FAA finally released your personal effects. Your mother needed to sift through where zippers whispered confessions, smudged finger prints gave testimony you were alive. It seemed an invasion of your privacy and I refuse to…
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Leave a window open
When clouds and thunder pulled curtains over the sun, momma would read scriptures written in the sky. She have us throw open the southwest windows, because if the pressure could somehow equalize and if the house had enough fresh air to recite prayers and if the walls held no fear of dying, the house would…
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Ellipsis
Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…
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Grief
Grief arrives unannounced …quiet as a mouse in the corner of a room nibbling on forever. There are no witnesses so you try to pretend it’s not happening as it runs up the wall and disappears only to reappear in the mIddle of the night wearing someone else’s face. A clock for a mouth, melted…
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Flickering light
Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…
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