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Sevenling: a poem of t(h)rees

  A poem of t(h)rees should begin perhaps with black ash, paper birch, scar -let oak. It would stretch skyward in the lightning of open palm, crepe myrtle, and weeping willow’d sway, to teach us the root-word ways of endings. … Continue reading

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battle scars on a weary, wayward moon

    they’re the places where the sun shines right on through; fault lines cracked right open and proving you survived, thrived, smiled. some of them, perhaps, are trampled fallen stars. ………go get your own. ………these are ours.   .. … Continue reading

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Mr. Fixit Tries to Spackle the Moon

.. Too soon, he realizes it’s use -less; she’s born …….too many scars. And besides, she’s shrinking again. Waning until she’s weightless, wantless, willed and whiled to sky. Ask him why he keeps at it, and he’ll tell you this: … Continue reading

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What Remains

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. – Hebrews 11:1   .. Except that hope just feels like …..w   a   i   t   i   n   g ant- i ci … Continue reading

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found between the couch cushions with some lint, and 36 cents

.. , this poem is a long lost song on tip of tongue, a memory rising as mist or smoke. a broken bottle scattered, not yet smoothed to sea glass. the jagged syllables of a name that once mattered. a … Continue reading

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Listening to my 13-year-old daughter sing Alessia Cara on an ordinary Thursday night

.. But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your … Continue reading

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An Unsuitable Sky for Anger

  It’s indigo deep with crimson edged promise, dusked edges steeped in longing, belonging to no distant star. I ask questions of wayward clouds; they know essential {breathing} things but do not share. I stare at a fat moon rising, … Continue reading

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Silver Linings. Play. Book.

Made a mistake. Kissed a snake. ……………………………………………-‘Cinderella’ jump rope rhyme Married him, too. Said I do. And did. (He didn’t.) Goodbye. Good riddance. Sometimes knowing what’s best is helped along by living the worst. Be -hold: my broken. Unfold: His … Continue reading

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Wounds

(to write love on her arms) .. Scars are souvenirs you never lose. – GooGoo Dolls   Ask her about her wrists, and she’ll tell you she used to mar(k) her skin with sharp to chase the dark -ness, pierced … Continue reading

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Fare Thee Well, Moon

, and thank you for your song. I’ve stayed too long in your furious glow. If you must know, I don’t like mirrors, halflings …or spill; had my fill of crescent scars. Be a good girl now: spread your amber … Continue reading

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