Category: love
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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
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dead limb
at some point a dead limb that hung caught In branches above the road fell it must’ve been while we were gone and the city hauled it away 4-1-21
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well water
This morning, I remember a dipper full of water from the well that stood in my grandparents’ yard that waited for me to visit, pump into a pail, carry inside and fill the basin that sat under the slant of stairs in their kitchen. I don’t remember discussions of germs on a shared dipper only…
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maybe, I’m ok
When I was young I would page through Playboy for cartoons now I do the same with the New Yorker maybe this is a sign of progress maybe a sign of lower testosterone maybe it is both and I’m okay with that An ant appears from somewhere wanders across the page unafraid maybe it’s a…
