My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • group chat

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    They met in a graduate research lab at college, consummated in a hot pile of desperately removed clothes after a drunken cohort party so it seemed completely appropriate to breakup in a group chat while he was in Antarctica on a post-doc assignment. 6-3-22

  • Fragrant tea in a blue cafe in a red state

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    At a lull in business your barista wipes her hands on her apron, steps from behind the bar, hugs a woman who just closed a laptop, smiles gently, kisses her forehead, goes back behind the bar, wipes the counter with a rag, you take another sip of Jasmine tea, and wonder how can that be…

  • Only

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    If I do not write about hurt, it does not mean I do not hurt. It only means I’m running short on time and need to focus on the positive. If I do not write about social change, it does not mean I am blind. It only means I’m working on myself, refining the cinder…

  • Definitions

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    Food is never Just about eating Neither is sex Just about pleasure… The push and pull, The friction and release. Walk away From anyone Who tries To tell you different. 4-29-22

  • Dear Siri

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    Because there was no how-to manual and GPS does not chart every trail in the wilderness of relationships, Because my mother was a perfectionist, I don’t know when good Is good enough, And because I’m a soul having a bodily experience for my first and only time, I wake up in the middle of the…

  • Diego’s wife

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    a poem written to the prompt: Ashes. She hoped her exit would be joyful She hoped she’d never return She patiently waits at home on a shelf Because they will not let her leave He swallowed a mouthful of ashes Gathered the rest in red silk sash Placed them in an pre-Columbian urn And made…

  • Blue

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    Picasso paints a blue guitar, Blue flowers, blue ladies, an old man with a brown guitar Neck bent as if broken against a blue background Jared declares love is like living in a blue Delft porcelain cup Blue sapphires and bright diamonds on a blue couch, Pretending you were born with blue blood Carry a…

  • Habanero

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    The way a pepper hurts some people or attracts and challenges others The way my humor hurts some people or attracts and challenges others The way some love or hate to cook or foster lovers and pets that don’t survive as long as they do The way you look good in earth tones and I…

  • Kansas

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    You remind yourself If you can’t remember How to return to a place or time Don’t wear out your heels Clicking them together 11-17-21