Category: reading/writing
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A Woman of Bloomsbury
Rocks on the bottom of the River Ouse are stained with ink of stories unwritten You read the last page went to bed woke in the night with tears in your eyes You wish you could have saved her you wish you could save them all You stand at the kitchen window watch a woman…
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Hit the road Jack
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner didn’t use a fork and all the little girls knew he wasn’t a good boy Jack be nimble – Jack be quick Jack poked a woman with a stick never trust a politician who obsesses with his hair Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a…
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sitting in the cool by myself
House music overhead counting beats So many songs the same uptempo drum line Start with a bass drum thump 1-2-3-4 Light touch of a high hat whispers in between Add tom tom and snare on the beat familiar as your heart It doesn’t matter who sings or the lyrics it is all white noise Hunkering…
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Dream Slobber of a Napping Boomer
or, “Used Bookstore” …bargain shop of half priced books …read as is read as new …read a bio author dead …or maybe alive life eternal …in the back of a second-hand book 1-7-20
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blue haiku
blue girl with blue eyeswrites blue haiku with blue inkunder a blue sky 11-29-19 *title by wife
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Sleeper awake
slow wave synaptic spindling Sufi dance serotonin paradox neocortical dialog episodic cataloging who wakes and dumps me here ask the librarian 11-16-19
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a sunny, chilly afternoon
Feta cheese, tuna, guacamole, a few walnuts and dishes cleaned. I have time for a chilly two mile stroll and to read a bit more listen poetry and music tonight Life in the slow lane often is scenic Wait for me, if you get there before I do; I am not late only few minutes…
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11/12 untitled
Ponder the why of this language we were born into This amalgam cobbled together from words of our ancient conquered and conquering selves Of victims and robbers of raped and rapists of slain and slayers Ask yourself why English grammar demands we list ourselves last as in, my sisters, my brothers and I And yet…
My husband's poetry 