What we could learn from trees
as a reminder, the breeze arrives, unannounced,visitor to a forest that has grown beyond where we can clear it, shuffle […]
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Katherine’s Coffeehouse
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Because they are the damp and rotting leaves of the season,frigid and caustic rain that grips the joints and twists,
Doily
it’s intricacy left outsidelabyrinth of yarn and loop leftovers fromhandmade days in a horse trough beside Al’s Antiquescheek to cheekwith
My Mother’s Laugh
A draft as we near ThanksgivingFunny, I can’t remember how it sounded,but I still see the open-mouthed look,blackened fillings, tongue
Neurological
I’m over being sorryabout the palm that bothers the cat’s belly in searchof something angora. About fingertips that have given
Sunshine Valley Nursing Home, Circa 1984
Author’s Note: When I was about 15, I was hired part-time as a nurse’s assistant in a nursing home. My job was to bathe, dress, feed and care for elderly people, including those with dementia and Alzheimer’s.
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Message in a bottle
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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Christmas untitled
This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
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Ever have a morning
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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Meditation on a feather in the vase on my windowsill
I’m looking at the details.
The smaller picture.
Minutia of goose plume,
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What I’m not thinking about
What I’m not thinking about is the lawn mower,
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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
