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Because We All Belong to Each Other Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged baby, community, haiku, love, poem, poetry, unity on February 12, 2012| 6 Comments »

That little boy
who isn’t mine, I hold him
like he is.

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Because Often We Forget

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, DNA, friendship, hug, poem, unity on February 8, 2012| 6 Comments »

Being human. It’s not what we think it is.
—Jude Janett

Sometimes when we hug
I swear the strands
of our DNA come unspiraled
and wrap themselves
around each other
as if to embroider
into our memory
the truth of how I
am you and you
are me and this
perhaps explains
why long after
we untangle our arms
and scents from each other
I feel how
what’s deepest in you
unfurls in me.

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two

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, poem, self discovery, unity, unlearning on January 5, 2012| Leave a Comment »

field, thief, woman, stone,
there is nothing the falling
snow does not kiss

*

I could not bloom
for you until I opened
for myself

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you come too haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged full moon, haiku, shadow, unity, unselving on December 14, 2011| 1 Comment »

full moon
me and the cottonwood tree
one long shadow

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the unending, haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged balance, chalice, gratitude, grief, haiku, unity on December 13, 2011| 1 Comment »

part dishwater, part
wine, this shared chalice of grief
and hallelujah

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and then melt tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, snow, tanka, unity on December 10, 2011| 3 Comments »

as snowflakes
become one snow
let us know
each other—wholes
joined in a vaster whole

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In the Coffee Shop

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged coffee, coffee shop, communion, poem, separateness, unity on November 7, 2011| 1 Comment »

How separate we act,
all of us hunched at our own
little tables, rounded over

our thin paper cups,
mumbling into our phones,
or leaning into our laptop screens

or hidden behind the news
stretched out in black and white.
We frown when jostled,

we scowl when bumped,
we grimace at the din
of communion as our

selves steep into the blur—
do you want sugar with that—
it is bitter, the cup, and so

very much what we came here for.

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