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Introspect

I’ve never been good at either/or, always been a “both” person, really. Explains a lot – the extensive collection of conditioner in the shower, five different bars of soap, two razors (one is dull), and an extra roll of toilet paper just outside the stall. You never know when you’ll need a tissue. If you […]

Gratitude

This early morning, patio stones under my naked feet, then up the deck stairs, then the humid air, the sudden inhalation of spring honeysuckle. I don’t hurt anymore. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

For Sale by Owner

Now I’m thinking of sellouts – two or three suits in office chairs, afraid to spin or roll, even on waxed, white floors that beg for it. There’s a man with several chins, bound by tight collar and tie, squeezing everything up, like temperature or blood pressure. How he doesn’t choke is a freaking miracle. […]

Ant

In all seriousness, I love ants. Not in the house, per se, but on a sidewalk or grass blade, or how about a dandelion stem? Just an ant, carrying, what? Ten times its weight? Eighty times? Eight hundred times? Who cares. Look at the beaded thing, an ambulatory speck of necklace, shred of leaf in […]
lovers kissing poetry Eskimo Kiss

Harsh Winter

Lovers are two noses, tips touching in the cold, “Eskimo kisses,” (as the Inuit roll their eyes). But follow me here. Skin meeting skin, the heat of breath exchanged, the winged smoke that flies from sighs in January air – those are the things that turn your belly inside out. Until you’ve rubbed each other […]
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I Was Just Thinking…

Where is poetry, if not in soft snow, slipping slowly from a crying sky, releasing its babies, like we do, when they’re ready to fly? #KatherineCoffeehouse
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Stepping Out

Have you ever stepped out on that wide first step, the landing, the top one, looked down like you were on a ledge and said, “That’s a long, steep way. Better hold the railing”? That’s called getting old. We used to slide down the stairs, butts bumping against the edges, turning carpet into a slide, […]
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Before Thanksgiving

Weird weather tonight, warm November, with a moaning wind that makes the dogs a little nutty. They stiffen their ears, tilt their heads, like something’s about to happen, all of us waiting for meaning to emerge from the darkness. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
Charlottesville Unite the Right Terrorism

August 17, 2017 After Charlottesville

Ten years ago, I called them Nazis. It just kind of came out, you know? I’d climbed beyond angry – how could they be so mean, making hate a public policy? I really didn’t know the old ghosts I’d disturbed. I was told to shut up. For my own good, they said. But I was […]
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