Category: Ancient
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The history of my way through water
Does water remember as I make my way across her on this diagonal again? I clear a wake, paddles’ light splashes, this side, then the other. She self-heals in a moment or two, yet I wake-splash on. Tomorrow it will be the same – me launching out, she self-healing. I like to think she takes…
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So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…
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Space
how it is our first and final loss how it is always here and not here how the way I dress for work preserves it, letting the things of girlhood fall away how you forgot why you were excited to get up by the time you poured your coffee how you ambled back into the…
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Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird
Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, for my unborn grandchildren (who may choose to never come forth, so unpleasant are we), indeed for my world — for all that is prized, hard fought won conceded cherished revised overturned allowed to decay…
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In the sea
Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock slow, to and fro, in the sea of here and not here. She turns to quiet me, to make me believe, and I lie that I do in our unquiet sea. Shifting away again, she…
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