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An Ode to the Authors I Appreciate

February 13, 2020
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I see the world
through a scrim of 
books.

I ride on words woven together,
carrying more freight than
just solitary singles, side by side.

Sentences and paragraphs,
pages and chapters.
books – tap feelings and understandings,
echoing the fingers that tapped letters, words, pages – 
and built, shaped my mind.

You, with warp and weft of words, created
this floating, flowing, close-woven
jewelled net-lace I ride on and pull 
through the ring of my mind,
accepting joyfully your gifts.

Homes Are Ceremonial

January 28, 2020
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Homes are ceremonial,
ripe with obscure patterns
absentmindedly repeated.

The Dining Room
where eating 
is an uncomfortably full altar;

The Living Room
where family mementos and the tv
sacrifice lives;

Even the Kitchen,
recipeless and hurried,
has ghosts,

although its necessary
Partner, (for defecating and self-presentation),
tries to be polite.

So the young
flee and refuse the rituals
that triggered their fears,

So the older
submit to the comfort
of their ceremonies.

Letter to my Dead Parents

January 17, 2020

I’m decluttering.
Whatever shall I do with your treasures?
They hide
in front of me,
whispering how they worked
to shape who you were.

They distort
who I want to be,
cluttering my hopes
with their commands,
demanding I become
subject to their shaping.

Forgive me: I have accepted
only some of your gifts.

The Words I Can't Say

December 3, 2019
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The words I can’t say
swallow me up,
choke me,
as I try to spit them out.

They are my truth
that I close my eyes to
and deny, 
throttling me.

My teeth clamped,
my breathing rapid,
I gag,
then speak

and almost say
what I need to hear
so i can know
what I know.

Stone Stories

November 27, 2019
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Late I came to love
what I’d lost,
fled from,
and clung to.

The cloud clotted sky
hangs over the autumn
fields – pale gold, green, and empty –
racing past
the life I built.

Finding the route
to my beginnings, buried
with only stone
stories, I grieve
my losses.

Open Window

October 6, 2019
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Summer-like open window
Distant hammers, distant highway:
Memories from an old photo album

Untitled

September 26, 2019
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Sometimes confusion or an unarmed feeling 
explodes, 
lit by words bursting 
into meanings previously hidden in darkness and silence.

Rejoice: 
a part of your brain has 
new synopses 
shaping your 
Mind.