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When Doubt Comes

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

Plan A: wear my best party dress

Plan B: stick out my tongue

Plan C: realize I don’t have a good plan

Plan D: notice the part of me that notices the doubt

Plan E: throw away the plans

 

 

 

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And If You Forget What You’re Going to Say

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 29, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

humming is coming

back in style, preferably close

to my ear, my neck

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How Not to Put Your Daughter to Bed (because you’ll laugh too hard)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 28, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

Hush little baby, don’t say a word,

mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don’t fly,

mama’s gonna bake you a Brussel sprout pie,

and if that pie crust doesn’t brown,

mama’s gonna buy you a circus clown,

and if that clown has got a knife,

mama’s gonna make you purple kite,

and if that kite gets tangled in the tree,

mama’s gonna buy you a wooden knee,

and if that wooden knee won’t bend,

mama’s gonna find you a golden hen,

and if that golden hen won’t lay,

mama’s gonna buy you a bale of hay,

and if that bale of hay’s too damp,

mama’s gonna buy you a lava lamp,

and if that lava lamp don’t shine,

mama’s gonna draw you a dotted line,

and if that dotted line’s too straight,

mama’s gonna keep you up too late

and if her lullaby goes all wrong,

mama’s gonna sing you a different song.

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Ars Poetica

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 27, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

learning to hide

in the open meadow—

it’s not hard

just ask

any blade of grass

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Vespers

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 26, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

Listening to the stars

at the top of the drive—

how quiet they are.

 

I tell myself that silence, too,

is a song, but the only harmony

for silence is silence.

 

Everything I don’t know

clamors in the night.

What is quiet inside it

 

stays quiet—I listen

for it. My ears hum

with nothing.

 

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Revolution

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 25, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

 

All this time circling

you like a planet,

sustained by your heat

your light, and now

this longing to be

less sphere, more moth—

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In the Recesses

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 25, 2017| 4 Comments »

 

 

 

Sometimes there’s enough joy

in the day that the you who is afraid to be alone

and the you who loves to be alone

and the you who is never alone

and the you who is always alone

all sit at the same table

and share a glass of wine

and though they say nothing

they nod in easy agreement

and wordlessly toast

to each other’s health.

The wine tastes of sunshine,

of yesterdays, of giving up,

a sweetness they can’t name.

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One Thanksgiving

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 25, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

for those not around

the table, setting

a place in the heart

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Self-portrait as Tenement

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 25, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

So sweepingly pink

the sunset over the city

that it pours

into the emptiness—

not to fix it, no,

more as if to show

what a little splendor can do

when given a place

to enter.

 

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After Rumors of the End of the World

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 22, 2017| 4 Comments »

 

 

 

If we are running out of time,

no one has told that to the avocado

which sits on the counter

hard and light green as if

not only will there be

a tomorrow, but in fact,

things might just be

much more delicious then,

so smooth, so perfect,

so ready to be shared.

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