Category: Family
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a binary life
Sitting on the porch she opens the door says, “It’s too hot” You use pen and paper to flesh a poem a computer to bone it Your computer complains slows down and threatens to abandon you You are a peacemaker in a binary world and tear out the page and go inside 7-23-20
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Inside
I still think of dad and how he wouldn’t crawl inside our backyard tent because he knew what the inside of a tent looked like And he vowed that if he survived the war he’d never stick his head inside a tent, again _____ I always wanted a gun to shoot and hold in my…
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Indiana summers
Tonight, I can taste braunschweiger on white bread Red Kool-Aid that left a smiley face Peaches so juicy I ate them on the back steps and Fudgesicles that dripped down my chin onto my shirt I remember playing kick ball in the street Chicken on my bicycle and never turning away Freeze tag and hide-n-seek…
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Ladle by the well
In the Great Depression, Grandpa lost the farm moved the family to town To a little house with a well in the yard between the coal shed and cellar door Momma said he hung a ladle by the well sometimes placed extra garden produce on a chair Before a cinder block room was built over…
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Fried hotdogs
Fried hot dogs split down the middle Yellow mustard on a plate green olives straight from the jar This is not health food or a recipe from Southern Living This is childhood memories hot summer days on the end of a fork You can savor and burp in the middle of the night 7-2-20
My husband's poetry 