Poems
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#TankaTuesday 1.3.23
Fresh like a diaper On a clean baby’s bottom. This year will be my Opportunity to scrub Old dirt from my life’s corners. Continue reading
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Winter Meditation
We watched splinters shiver Towards the sun, perched Like juniper berries thirsting heat. “Even the birds are confused”, I said. Perhaps I should exchange flowers Or myself there, But its easier to blame The bird-brained for My own uncertainty. I am finite So unlike The sunlight gleaming On a raven’s feathers. Unfettered, Our cilia dance… Continue reading
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Tomorrow Is Not a Day I Dread- 2013
Tomorrow is not a day I dread. I wish for clearance in my brain. My head has more clarity than Baltic pearls. She talks. She imparts a wisdom words written only cheapen, but alone I know she steers an invisible ship towards white sandy beaches and peace among pastures, Green or placid. She was raised… Continue reading
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A Bad Date – 2013
I pulled the blinds On you 8 years ago. You crept in through every Crack and crease in my mind. So I hung curtains, too. Finally I blacked you out, And I almost forgot out you. One of the cords got loose And you poked your way through Like a small string of sun. You… Continue reading
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Suddenly, my friends- 2013
Suddenly, my friends Have become ephemeral As the flowers of late March. Our home was built On top of each other. The sex sounds that crept Through the cardboard walls Like little glimmers of light Are muted. We stand in different leaky Homes that keep us From bleeding into one another. I have never felt… Continue reading
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Plant Cemetary
My husband drizzled fish fertilizer into our house plants as a harbinger for health. Like the tea I sip to restore my constitution, so we’d read the fish juice would bring verdant leaves and pillowy blossoms. As he entered our home, a plant cemetery awaited his gaze while grey November creaked outside. Fractured stems poked… Continue reading
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My Daughters
Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives. How do I become… Continue reading
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Ode to an Old Me
I miss my lungs feeling like charcoal in the morning because I stayed up until birds sang on my porch. I miss my Honda Accord station wagon with a cassette player in it. It was 2012. I miss poetry. I miss the dirt beneath my fingernails and it getting stuck. I miss drinking warm Carlo… Continue reading
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Poem for a Dad
It’s dark and cold and I am scaredMy little hand grasps at the airThere’s a pain in my tummyAnd I start to cry.Tears seep like raindrops from my eyes. When suddenly from high up aboveA warm, strong hand lifts me with love.I rest my head against your skinBut I whimper and screamFor the fright to… Continue reading
About Me
An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.
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