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Love Bent the Bars

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 16, 2014| Leave a Comment »

hiding in this cage
felt so safe until
I began to notice
what else
was hiding in this cage

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And the Polar Bear Sat in the Shade

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 10, 2014| 2 Comments »

The sea lion swims in the glass-framed pond
with his eyes closed. Lap after lap, he barely
seems to move his great webbed feet, his smooth
gray body flexes and curves. I try to imagine his eyes
are closed in contentment, but that is such
an utterly human wish. It is human to wish—
to see what we want to see, to believe what we want
to believe. The sea lion swims in his cage
with his eyes closed. I can’t stop watching.

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It’s an Inside Job

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 29, 2014| 1 Comment »


Before we can be what we are meant to be, we must accept what we are not.
–Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening , June 29

Bird in a cage
every day she drops the seeds
till beneath her
then all around her
a tangle of wild things.

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Rich Beyond Wishing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 7, 2013| 7 Comments »

 

 

(though love be a day

and life be nothing,

it shall not stop kissing)

–e. e. cummings, Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers

 

Make me then a flower

that is unashamed of blooming.

And make me a river undammed.

Make me a leaf that surrenders to death

but surrenders even more in life.

And make me a dawn that keeps

unfolding, a book that has no last chapter,

a phone that rings only love.

Paint me rose and then unpaint me.

Make me the door that forgets

how to latch, and just in case,

make me the skeleton key.

Make me a black wing that gathers

the light and gathers the wind,

and make me the light as it breaks on the wing

and make me the homeless wind.

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One More Escape

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 28, 2013| 1 Comment »

I made a cage
out of my story—
love bent the bars

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Finn Learns Cursive

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on February 21, 2013| 2 Comments »

It begins as a dark wing arcing up,
then cart wheeling high, swooping
down, then back up to a point before
diving as falcons do toward the earth
with great straightness, curving up
at the very last moment, in this case
before meeting the blue solid line, climbing
to intersect the first long arc,
then doubling back on its path.

The pencil wheels across the blank
page, it flies into another loop,
and another, pushes into a bow
and then bends, sweeps and circles again,
and the boy moves his hand, entranced
by the leaden record of its dance
as his thoughts appear on uneven horizons
until the whole page
is a flock of slender black wings
all of them rising at once,
that beating, that beating, his heart.

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Same Dream, New Ending

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 13, 2013| 2 Comments »

I don’t know my lines.
That is always the case,
only this time, the props

were not set, either,
and I am frantically
baking popovers

for the first act.
Five minutes before curtain,
I tell the other two actors,

“I’m going to have to improvise.”
They look at me in astonishment,
not because they are disappointed

but because they can tell
I only just this moment
knew that was an option.

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Five Undoings

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 11, 2013| 5 Comments »

wearing that story
for so long I forgot
I had slipped it on

*

bad hem day—
tripping on my own
once upon a time

*

rumors of my self
catch on morning sun, snag on
the wake of herons

*

with one hand, I stitch
the small tears, with the other,
I rip out the seams

*

naked
the scent
of hyacinth

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Ecstatic Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on February 6, 2013| 3 Comments »

for years
thinking you were my jailer
these unyielding bars
today finding the key
in my own pocket

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Of Leaves and Ideas

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on October 3, 2012| 3 Comments »

so small
the weight
and yet
too much
to hold
and so
it falls
not that
it is
not lovely
not that
it is
not wanted
not that
we could
force the
liberation
just that
it is
time
for it
to fall

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