Tag: Work life
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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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Finding things lost
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up empty-handed – then to find it with a quick glance as I poured more coffee. You ask where I left my heart – out on the porch after dinner or somewhere on the lake bluff?…
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Birds work all through the night
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little bent out of shape. They chatter with one another, voices strained but constant — New parents whisper loud through the nursery wall trying to get their baby down, exhausted, having lost all sense of night…
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Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a steady foot, our own light
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Day 25
I claim I know who I am and how, what to write down, but nighttime, wet snow falling presses me on that point
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Day 24
a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean through, that I am innocent
Poems from in between 