Category: Dying
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The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for them, fragile as they are, and coax them with the gentlest flame. Last night, as I waited for my patient to turn, a noise came from outside that could have only been an owl. As…
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Upon waking
Last night, I dreamt my dog died. At first she just slipped her leash, and then as I reached to reclip it, her collar slid off; she became thinner and I wondered how the collar didn’t fall off all the time. I shortened it and tried to pull her close but couldn’t. As I began…
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Solstice
weep not that the world changes in all of your wanderings; open to the oblivion that softly wipes away the stain of yesterday open still to the shifting of love, to pleasure short-lived, inconstant, to the welcome morning with its rays of kindness and bitter clarity open again to a thrill of hope, young limbs…
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Madonna child
you are a hard one staring off as you do gentle eyes throwing pity to every hidden thing hairless head revealing each crease of question brother true arm wrapped as to claim, she is mine, death will not touch and if it should try I go first fending the blizzard whole oh, you are a…
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Our time
through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, eye sockets, my heart belongs to you, for all it is worth, right then, ever and no matter as I push through the door now it is your chin I notice first lifted up high,…
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