Tag: NaPoWriMo
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The picture I see
Towering hemlocks surround an emerald pasture. A small barn sits on the eastern end
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My ears hurt
Let’s talk slow for a while — let’s pause and clean out this high speed stream of to-dos,
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Om Shanti
In every town the same building sits on usually a quiet street, usually single storied (or else a dark and creaky second story), painted on the outside and in with bright colors that would not fit any other building, rusty bathroom faucet, tidy stack of blankets, box of Kleenex, poor ventilation, welcoming the stranger, sore…
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Our history
Our history, our lives together, is held in tiny scraps scattered across the expanse and stored in countless libraries, monuments, turns of phrases, scars draping our hillsides, hearts, surgeries, attics, laws, lore. I wait for the damp, seeping, November wind to inhale its totality (it cannot be resisted), hold it in long enough to unify…
Poems from in between 