Oct 25
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Memories Make a Home


I laugh in the sun,
and everything 
seems to glow.

Then my smile fades,
suddenly
much too heavy,
and 
I'm paralyzed--

Reminders
all around me,
in glimpses of
people I think
I know,
that one familiar song
playing on the radio.

Reminders
surround me,
stifling,
making it 
hard to breathe.

Homesickness feels so 
heavy on my chest,
rolling over me
like the tide:

I'm building my own
castles here,
castles of sand,
castles of dreams,
castles
in the clouds,

but this sadness rises 
up the shore,
sweeping them
clear off the ground--

Am I unusally
sentimental?
Why do I grasp these 
memories,
Why can't I let them go, 
Why can't they
let me be--

Accepting is 
hard.
It feels
too hard
to bear.
Oct 22
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Growing from 2020

November 3rd, 2020.
May this election
bring us hope.

May this election
bring us peace.

May this election
bring us change,
whatever form it takes –

lift up the oppressed,
the *tired, the poor,
the huddled masses yearning to breathe free

He could not breathe.
They cannot breathe,
stolen from this world
and scattered across the sky.

They cannot breathe,
gasping from a merciless virus,
saying goodbye to those they love
on a tablet screen.

May this election
protect our
life
liberty
and
pursuit of happiness
,
and those
certain inalienable rights –

May we rise as one
to overcome adversity.

*reference to Emma Lazarus' "The New Colossus"
Sep 16
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Autumn Wind

        

                        take   a                                                          i    n                                    moment to
              wind                 deep                                 i       t                 g                  right                    
  the autumn                               breath,          a                                       for the
i feel                                                          w          

                                      o                                                                          y —
                                   l     w                                                              a  
                                   b      t                                                      w        
                                        h                       a                         a  
Sep 13
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Give Me Words


give me Words--
those glittering consonants,
syllables rolling off your tongue,
phrases rising and falling
like ocean waves,
rushing to your point on the shore
before they pull back
and rush away--

give Me words.
Tell me how the world works,
why the sky is blue

why I miss you

Please give me words--
Tell me it's going to 
be okay.
That
we will see another day,
that tomorrow will be
brighter and better than we 
ever could have hoped--

Give me so many words
that I fill up like a balloon,
and drift up and up and up
and up
into that impossibly beautiful
blue sky

then grab my hand
and pull me back down
into reality.

Give me words,
I need them to
live, to breathe.

Give me words--
I need them
to be me.
Sep 13
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take a deep breath

Sep 10
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Waves


Waves are rolling over me,
Rippling tides of blue,
They wash away the sorrows and
Say things we never knew.

They say we're all so shallow,
like a hostile, sand-filled bay;
I never knew the sea foam occupied
itself with gossiping,

When waves rise high like horses
rearing, pawing at the sky,
they see our concrete wonders boasting,
then crash down with a sigh,

Shards of glass and littered plastic
drift like snowflakes to the depths;
they don't shimmer so brightly now
passing creatures that luminesce,

I haven't met with seashore tides
as days, weeks, months slowly passed by.
But I remember our goodbye:

Ripples dancing on the beach sorrowfully,
Not caring to tease the land
and travel further up the sand, 
but swirling, thinking, wondering why
one creature had such big, big dreams,
demanding its sacrifice so easily
Sep 09
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Addiction

i'm addicted
to writing

the way the words draw me in
then 
phrases end . ---
-----------------------------------------
and the tide of the rhythm
pulls your mind back out to sea

it has strange
musicality

every. beat. has meaning,
if you. can only. see--

follow interpretation:
analyze,
scrutinize,
mistakes and
discoveries. --

sometimes I like to
follow blindly,
just listen
to the words in my head
echoing

let the melodic
ups-and-downs, inflection,
shape those waves of feeling,

those emotions
words can barely capture
but
communicate
so
beautifully

some people
just 
don't
understand

but if you do,

you'll know, --

hidden mysteries,
metaphors--
write it fast,
read it slow--
see where rhythm
takes you,
Sep 08
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Cup of coffee (I should go to bed)

Inspiration is
my morning cup
of coffee.

Who needs caffeine
when you're scrambling for pen and paper
as the words rush rush rushrushrush out –

Well, truthfully, it's never in the morning
anyway
(I can barely function before 10 am).
It's always around midnight,
as the stars dance outside the window,
and
suddenly a phrase comes to life –

Well ...
I might need a cup of coffee
in the morning
if
writing keeps me up
all night...
Sep 08
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Tip of the Tongue

Sep 07
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broken dreams

"No," you say, "Take them" 
I freeze
why could they possibly
be for me

i don't want your
broken dreams;
give me life,
vitality,

they weigh heavy
on my shoulders
like
a banged-up suit of armor
i must never take off

just let me breathe,
these aren't even mine
they are too heavy
too big
too broken
i'm so scared to
see myself in their reflection

then, one, day,
the stories.
after all, 
they were just like me once.
it turns out, 
their dreams aren't broken.
No, it was me
who couldn't see,
i had a
broken understanding
of the world.

i keep your dreams with me
always
i'll wear them
every day

for all you ever wanted
was for me
to be able to follow mine
 

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