Category: love
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The conjuring
She asked how high do you need to stack wood in the backyard fire pit before it is classified a bonfire and do you have to light it during a seasonal full moon (with a fancy name) before you shed your clothes before a conjuring of spirits before you dance in a circle chanting incantations…
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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Alchemy 007
orchid bee collector of scents mixer and blender perfume maker alchemist of love stirs a cocktail all his life for a few seconds of sex 5-26-21
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morning haiku
waiting for your breath last night’s ash still speaks of fire in warm, glowing terms 5-23-21
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poem for two dancers
In the space between the touch and spin the toe to ground the leap and dip the joy of dance How did you meet… online…through a friend… at church…the grocery… or a night on the town? In the joy of dance the leap and dip the toe to ground the touch and spin the space…
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reading an erasure poem
Once You told me, A good poem Has spaces Between Words For a reader To co-create You fashioned A love poem By erasing Words From prose And asked If I’d refill The spaces I told you, No, because I knew I would Self-edit And I didn’t Want to start Our friendship With a lie 4-23-21
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Poem Inspired when Driving in the Far Left Lane and Needing to Be in the Far Right Lane And Remembering You were Going to Buy Your Wife a Large Pike Blend During Heavy Morning Traffic
Shit, damn it – get off my ass Don’t you see my turn signal? (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you slide over one lane Shit, damn it – you didn’t get over enough Drive past your turn (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you…
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reading Odysseus
I feel sorry for Penelope Ten years warring Ten years wandering And no one knows for sure Suitors come daily Walk through her door Demand she chose One of them to marry She knows they don’t love her Lust for her in the night Like great Odysseus They only want to be king 4-16-21
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petal picking
Loves me Loves me not Loves me Loves me not Loves me Loves me not One petal Too few? One petal Too much? Love on a stem Scattered on ground 4-8-21
My husband's poetry 