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A Small Lesson in Infinity

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on May 10, 2026| 10 Comments »


 
after “Flower in a Field” by Dario Cvencek
 
A mother is still a mother
even in an empty house, 
even when there’s not a child
hanging on her hip or leg, 
she’s still a mother even when 
the floors are clean, devoid  
of Legos and Monopoly houses. 
Even when silence 
fills the spaces where once
rang laughter, crying, singing,
even when the cake stays exactly
where she left it in the fridge, 
when her car doesn’t leave the drive
for days because no one needs 
to be taken to school or to dance. 
Even then, she’s a mother,
when the phone doesn’t ring, 
when her child can no longer
walk in the room, can’t say hello,
can’t even breathe, even then, 
even then when there is no damn way 
she can care for her child, that sad
fact does not change the fact
that she’s a mother, just as a tree 
in the field is no less tree when the saplings 
that came from its seeds are cut down, 
just as a happy memory might still 
make you happy even if it arrives
amongst tears. She is no less a mother
when the only thing that fills her arms 
is tenderness for other mothers with 
empty arms, when instead of holding
anyone, she lets herself be held. 
 

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On Mother’s Day

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 14, 2023| 2 Comments »

            for Vivian
 
 
She with the shovel,
I with the rake,
we move across
the garden row
clearing and weeding
and tilling the soil—
 
how hard it is,
how heavy, and
how simple,
this essential work—
preparing for beauty
together.

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Long Distance Intimacy

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 13, 2023| 6 Comments »

    for my mother
 
 
Far away, she pulls beetles from the roses.
She prunes the bushes to encourage the blooms.
Far away, she finds ways to feed the hungry,
She visits those who are alone,
and she sings to them.
How is it, half a country away, I feel her
pulling from me what doesn’t serve,
pruning so I might grow,
feeding me with intention and tenderness,
her song the song I have known since birth,
the song that never leaves me,
the love song I sing back to the world.

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After Reading the Old Mother’s Day Card

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on January 14, 2022| 7 Comments »




Again, the heart
is a too-tender thing—
its wild ache spreads
through the tinder
of the chest
until all is ravaged
and all is singed
and red is too red
and raw is too raw
and each feral beat is
a bell clanging run,
but there’s nowhere
to run to,
and love is too
goddamn alive
and each pulse
spills more
kerosene


it is a long time
before I feel
the stars
reach down
to hold me.

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