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One Communion

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

 

 

 

on the shores of you,

finding a place through the overgrowth

where I can let fall everything

and slip in and

stay

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Emergence

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 3, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Tell me, I said

to the cemetery stone,

how long before

our names are

prayers only

the lichen

can speak?

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What Doesn’t Change

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 27, 2013| 2 Comments »

Even while she is singing,
her mask comes off—the cheeks,
the brow, the lips still moving

even after they’ve been discarded
on the tray beside the brown hair.
Beneath that face, another face.

Its lips sing the same quiet song.
The mirror is not surprised.
Into the new face, the scalpel slips

and the next layer pulls away.
Eyebrows, nose bridge, chin, jaw.
And the lips keep singing

as they away they fall.
The woman is no less herself.
She is not who she thought

she was. She is being sung.
The mirror lets slip
the passing layers.

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Prodigal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012| 3 Comments »

After all this time
you still pour
pure water
into my chipped cup.
You know
I will spill and still
you pour,
and you pour.
You know, too,
how even
despite great thirst
I will sometimes
refuse to drink,
how even when
the water doesn’t
reach my lips
they are still
blessed
with your giving.

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And Still Some Part of Me Reaches for a Legend, a Ruler, a Fact

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on May 17, 2012| 6 Comments »

You can’t solve being human. We will have this affliction till the day we die.
—Jeannie Zandi

I tried to know it,
catch it, show it,
to splay its wings
and pin them—
to chart it, graph it,
plot it, map it,
quantify and reckon,
I tried to stuff it,
box it, pack it,
leash it to a pole,
I wanted answers,
wanted keys,
I wanted oracles,
and in came tamarisk,
rodents, dust,
whole rooms
of I don’t know,
a screaming child,
my milk dried up,
my fear devoured me whole.
Splintered, rumpled,
rankled, crumpled,
my all collapsed,
unplastered.
Undone, released,
exposed, relieved,
I flowered
utterly mastered.

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