Wrapping Up 2024 (this is not a poem)
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.
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Write In Louisa December 6 Meeting
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Motivated to Market – Beyond the Book
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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Register for Write In Louisa’s Next Meeting
Join us each month at Louisa Center for the Arts!
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Micro for Dolly
they tell me my dog has rare lymphoma.she lies on the bed in my office,listens to cello music. sheloves the
Because Everything is Metaphor
I am watching my farm dog
limp and
trip
on stairs,
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Alt Serenity Prayer
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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Because I Have Four Tattoos and Want More
Everyone has a tattoo—
or two, or three,
skin and bank the limit.
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This Is My Postcard to Me and You
This is my postcard to me and you.
You are good. Not just
good enough. Not okay,
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We are not immortal, and neither is this poem
After a while,I am tired of trees.Not the woody-armed entity,bigmouthed and knotty nosed,that watches over our home.Not the longstanding gatheringof
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My homeland speaks in tongues
My homeland speaks
in tongues. Gone too far
to roll back vein and gristle.
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Day Seven, October 1st
Day seven,
warm rains still come,
speckled deer restless
and asking to nurse,
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Clippings (a draft)
We hadn’t known she could scream.
Glass shattering wail
through slats of a muzzle,
two techs holding her down,
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Mother Daughter Discussion
Or I could write about white-tailed doe,
baby of the family still trying to suckle,
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Twenty Something Years Later, And I’m Still Thinking About It
I stumble into it, on it,
living room jumbled,
Lego under my foot—
dark because someone
actually turned off the lights.
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Goldfish
Once, I killed a fish.
More than once, if you count
the 22 goldfish I accidentally
overfed before the ick took over,
