Monthly Archives: July 2013

this is not a love poem

  And if it were a love poem I would talk about the wildness of the sea, the eerie green that flashed against the rocks on that mediterranean promontory, the curling of the lashes in your eyes but what I … Continue reading

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magnolia tree

Last night there was a flowering magnolia tree outside the lutheran church when we left the meeting pondering man’s inhumanity to man but oh so lovely, the flowering magnolia tree a mute reminder of joy

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Poets and other inconsequentia

It seems to me  that we are always writing for each other,  not for the planet,  not for the lost adolescents  with their skinny waists  and falling down jeans  not for the children who die daily  because there is no … Continue reading

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Chicken Little

This was written before we had other reasons to cry, prior to the black smoke that now blankets our breakfast table with soot, the sky already fallen. Paul Adrian I am the voice of Cassandra, outside the gates of the … Continue reading

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I have lost my sense of humor…

I am hoping it is misplaced among the orphaned socks, in one of the bags in the upstairscloset, or with the bottle lids,in the cookie tin from Francewhich is all that remains from Louis-Marie’s visit; it may be on my gardening table,outdoors with … Continue reading

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Comments that no one reads

I am undone by the specter of war,  high-sounding as the words may be  they signal my inability to function,  walking around the house in nightgown,  socks, old slippers with bent toes,  and hurried meals of salad or a warmed-up  … Continue reading

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Darkness and light

Mrithi was the silverback in “Gorillas in the Mist,” family patriarch, shot in 1993by someone in the dark before the dawn. He dragged his wounded body more than six feet before collapseand death. It’s always darkest justbefore the dawn, I’ve read someplace.  When … Continue reading

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