Category: Public
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To all my friends who are and who are not freaking out right now
Crisis is unpredictable and scary . . .
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Tanka for working from home
In interesting times, I write at my son’s old desk cut into his closet stuffed with childhood remnants curse, avalanche looms
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The meadow prefers no trespassers
or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near my soft body. It is a design to hold you off, just so, make you think…
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I think of love
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. I think of love as an elemental discovery, unwrapping itself time and again, ever revealing eccentricities, hope, a whipped dog who greets the morning with joy. Yes, even then. I think of love as 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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I do not cry loud for battle
I do not cry loud for battle having given my hand already having held my dying kin having rested under this willow as the breeze swayed its lashes smooth across my breast having gazed into the open starlit sky with the wonder of many years yet to travel No, I do not cry loud but…
Poems from in between 