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Headache
Wine and aspirin
Post hoc ergo propter hoc:
A phrase I learned watching The West Wing,
My prize for tolerating incessant mansplaining.
Each night, a bath water baptism.
Soft jazz, a cluttered desk swept clean. -
Round stones
This afternoon I step delicately, avoiding the cairns peppered precariously down the undulating edge. I fondle the many colors of smooth granite, noting the short distance between green and pink.
Almost grey, -
Roots
Tradition transcends history;
genocidal feasts
have become something lovely.
But what right do we have to ignore our roots,
while we give thanks for life?
Ritual:
turkey -
Jewels
I lost my pomegranate passion,
when I found my stained lips.
Standing naked under the rain,
Is too whole to satisfy.
I ache to tear myself open
and hide in the cracks. -
The Always Edge
The unconvertible have closed themselves to spring,
to dying.
I watch the cornflowers.
Wind and gull cries
pull the flowers from themselves,
until they are only blue. -
Music and Me
Music trembles as it carries me. I am brittle, my many pieces buzzing. The friction of the universe contained in me. Silence and sound, grating against each other. Time and space, laughing in their cruel dance. Their song is gone. I am only whole.
Loves
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drumming thunder
I drum
beating the small snare with my power
I may be small
but I am the loudest in the band
the base is thunder crashing
the snare is the rain slamming to the earth
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Coffee Shop Observations
A young woman sits in a coffee shop in London, England, with her back straight, her head pointed forward, and her eyes wandering into the rainbow mists of Wonderland.
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Thoughts on a Sunset
It’s moments like these I wish would never end.
The sky would never fade into the dark.
The sea would never storm.
The news would never catastrophize,
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Roads & Rails
Sometimes,
they think the forests must have been constructed,
around the railroad.
That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,
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