My husband's poetry

Category: for someone else

  • Poet tea

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    in Larry’s kitchen water simmers on stove light through blinds climbs the dining room wall outside we feed the chimenea old newspapers, talk cultural appropriation, Sufi poets, Herbert, Milton, Shakespeare, Donne, and how imperfect fruit tastes sweeter than grocery store perfection, while we sip tea in the sunshine until the fire burns out 12-20-23

  • Swimming Beyond the Reef with Anne Sexton

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    I read you incessantly. Struggle to find a way through your madness. Like a lifeguard I come up behind you; try to pull you to shore, but how do you save an expert swimmer who is committed to drowning? I tread water beside you. Watch for an opening in the rhythm of your thrashing. It…

  • Because

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    because their past long term relationships fell apart they exchanged apartment keys on the first date and inspected each other’s bathroom, refrigerator, closets and whether they made their bed that morning because after the dew is off the lily it’s the little domestic things that matter 11-18-23

  • Licking county highway

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    This morning, Momma says eat your breakfast You have a long day Two eggs, buttered toast, four slices of bacon He rushes out the door Almost a man Momma’s proud of how big he’s grown 8:52 am Semi slams into back of bus Big day with friends, last day with friends His day, his life…

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

  • Waiting

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    freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23

  • feather

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    Yesterday out where high power runs straight Into the distance and the weeds grow tall I stand at the cut line in short grass so dew does not dampen the hem of my pants a feather lies in the open I decide to leave it for a child to find Today out where high power…

  • Festival dancer

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    low slung pants, mid-riff top rainbow painted eyes dances at the stage with lighted hoops moves to music in hips and feet she lives in the moment, the movement and the adulation little girls love her and she loves them back 8-20-23

  • Smoky mountain vacation

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    because they thought bear repellant worked the same as insect repellant and because they were too bright to read instructions they spent their vacation recovering from chemical burns in a small town hospital safe from bears 8-9-23