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Even Though We Talked About Difficult Things,

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 23, 2026| 3 Comments »


 
 
the evening still bloomed with laughter,
good food and singing,
becoming ongoingly sweeter. 
Who could blame me for wanting it 
to last forever—or if not forever, 
at least for a few moments longer,
and if not for a few moments longer, 
well perhaps I could just save a few
seeds of the pleasure, keep them
intact like the small red jewels that hide
inside a pomegranate, something 
compact I might keep by my bedside 
or slip into my backpack to pull out
when I need to remember how easily
joy can grow, joy—possible as a 
thick-skinned fruit that holds translucent 
ruby-like goodness inside—joy that ripens,
even as everything falls apart.

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The Gift of Conversation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 19, 2024| 8 Comments »


 
 
There is that moment when,
after tugging and twisting,
the thick rind of the pomegranate
simply splits in half to reveal
the deep red seeds snuggled inside.
That’s what it’s like when you
meet me with your rich laugh
and gentle questions,
and whatever tough skin
I’ve developed cracks and gives,
and though there’s a moment
of shock at the opening,
I’m astonished myself
to see the treasure hiding within—
how could I not have known?
For this we need each other.
There are parts of ourselves
we could never see alone.

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The Gift

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2021| 6 Comments »


 
It still had its leaves on it,
the pomegranate she handed me.
And holding that smooth red sphere
in my palm, I felt not only
the jeweled weight of each bright seed,
but also the weight of the many nights
the fruit had hung on the tree,
felt how the nights had slowed the growth
so the fruit could develop more sugar.
Not all things get to ripen.
 
Oh, this small gift of sweetness.
How it opened in me such red tenderness—
the memory of a boy learning how
to open and eat a pomegranate,
scarlet juice trickling down his chin.
And now. I hold it in awe,
this beautiful thick-skinned globe,
hold it less like a fruit,
hold it more like a love
I was just beginning to know.
 

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Just Ask Persephone

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

 

 

 

Like a pomegranate, full

of hidden seeds.

That’s what they say

about a woman’s mind.

What they don’t know is

exactly how juicy

those seeds might be,

how full of sweetness,

how red, how if they

were planted, the world

would never look

the same again.

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The Song Persephone Did Not Sing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 2, 2012| 2 Comments »

I thought I knew what love was,
and picked it from the tree—
red and smooth, hard, round
filled with ruby seeds.

I picked it ripe and lovely,
I cupped it in my hands
but did not want to spill its juice
or tear its flawless skin.

And so I set it in a bowl
to admire it on the table
and I admired till I did not,
until I forgot to see it.

And the skin began to wither,
turned to leathered, sunken rind,
and the color lapsed to dullish rust
and the ruby seeds inside—

I never knew their sweetness,
never tasted their garnet juice.
What became of the weight of love,
this love I thought I knew?

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