I am not sure what is more important: to tell you how I used
to narrate my life in my mind while I walked the neighborhood
as a child? How I never moved my lips, but somehow
made more exciting that single horse farm on the corner,
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This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
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Ever have a morning where everything
seems to bother you? Where coffee filters
conjoin like slurwords, and not even your longest thumbnail
can separate what has become what?
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I’m looking at the details.
The smaller picture.
Minutia of goose plume,
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What I’m not thinking about is the lawn mower,
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This morning, as I was logging my weight, figuring out my highest, lowest and current, it occurred to me I ought to sum up the year, or at least the highlights.
Wrapping Up 2024 (this is not a poem) Read More »
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So. You’ve written another book. Maybe it’s your second, maybe it’s your 15th. Either way, if you’re feeling that dip
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they tell me my dog has rare lymphoma.she lies on the bed in my office,listens to cello music. sheloves the
I am watching my farm dog
limp and
trip
on stairs,
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I am working on being more intentional, directlyasking the day’s nimbus for its vascular biceps,afternoon for its ability—no, serenity—to sleep
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