My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Tuesday

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    sunny day in the park, no rain, all day recess children on the basketball court two more picnic by the pond oblivious to politics, pundits, stock market, the price of oil, if America was, is or will ever be great childhood spring break happy to be away from school 4-2-24

  • Silhouette in the Sun

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    she sat by the open window her breasts uncovered reading Anais Nin he sat on the floor in the corner with a notebook perfecting his impersonation of Henry Miller writing a pulp fiction novel when the semester ended and the rent came due she moved home to her parents he moved to the coast and…

  • Bogeyman Boogaloo

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    (some James Whitcomb Riley channeling) Hush, little darlin’, don’t you cry, The Bogeyman won’t catch you and not I. He hides in shadows, dark and sly, A nice, warm, cozy bed our alibi. Close your eyes, my precious dear, Bogeyman can’t come near. Dream of stars, crystal clear, In our love, there’s naught to fear.…

  • How to Survive a Conversation with a Narcissist

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    Tell me your requirements for love and I will tell you that is not love. 12-20-23

  • Love in the time of chess

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    cfblack
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    take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23

  • On the Way to Ixtlan

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    cfblack
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    Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…

  • Dessicated dreams

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    mother’s unused canning jars sit on shelves in the garage dried fire flies in some it does not matter if it was a sibling or I who tried to capture light and forgot to let it loose before we were called inside it only matters that mother allowed us to use her precious canning jars…

  • Prison wall graffiti

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    creatures of habit seem detached need familiar spaces and alone time tough creatures tougher still to be married to living in their skin a prison cell 11-24-23

  • Jenny wren

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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…

  • 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