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Poetry

Snow

Poem I didn’t meet you for lunch that day because I had to make a fucking run for it. I had to put as much distance between me and that place as I could....

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Poetry

Constellations

Short Poem   You sat next to me and held my hand as we watched the play That reflected the highs and lows of a couple’s life As they shopped for beds Argued on...

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Haibun / Poetry

Another Insomnial Evening

We lie down at 11:00 in the evening. My feet, legs, elbows feel twisted and itchy. And the sheet feels like a burial shroud. A flood of thoughts and images arise, a torrent from...

affection poem 0

Poetry

Drummer Boy

Poem   I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...

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Poetry

Seasons

Poem   The day is grim, misshapen clouds grin, silhouettes of trees reaching out for me. Nothing stops the pain, I cannot feel the rain… It is winter, the wind is not a friend,...

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Haibun / Poetry

Contrasting Positions

My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat,...

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Favourites / Poetry

Capacity

Do I have one large enough to love? I sometimes wonder if the cage of my chest is strong enough to hold another’s heart without casting a swift shadow of a doubt that would...

Life Poem 0

Poetry

Our Bed

 Poem I get up to pee at four in the morning. Like most four in the mornings, The apartment is cold and dark. The cat’s claws skitter across the linoleum, chasing something unseen in the...

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Poetry

Wings

Poem   Shimmering in the pale night, Wings fluttering like leaves, Coming to rest for a moment on a window-pane; Looking in, at the candlelight that we can’t get to, Longing to rest in...

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Haibun / Poetry

Visiting our newest Great Niece

Julianna sleeps. Caterina dressed her in a light, pink baby dress. She has much brown, curly hair in only two weeks! While Mira chats with Anna-Maria in Portuguese, Frankie stroke’s the baby’s cheeks. We’ve...

Life Choices Poem 0

Poetry

The Choice

Poem   That was it that moment the suspense me growing up and saying no. Suspended in the air my thoughts were trying to grasp the reality of what my brain just did, and...