Category: friends
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for Marie
Marie lived in the big house she was born in. She had a baby grand in the parlor and cookies in the kitchen. She was my mother’s friend. She was the pianist for the Masonic hall. She told me I had a good voice. There was a picture on her mantle, of a young woman…
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The Iranian
because the wind came always from the west he thought he could smell his future on the wind he left his home moved across the sea went to school, married, had children sought his future in the west it was not waiting in California he moved to China sometimes, he flies east visits family and…
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hand-made chocolate shakes
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For the surgical nurse who I worked with when I was drafted I remember sneaking out the service door in the alley behind the hospital Jogging to an ice cream shop for hand-made chocolate shakes while you stood guard at the door We would sit in the nurses’ lounge – you would tell me your…
My husband's poetry 