I swear I will get back to prose some day. But the poems are waking me up. So I write them down. Sometimes, The Wind Sometimes when I leave my home Triumphant, With six things perfectly balanced, The door is torn from my hand And I rail. The wind, the wind! It is a character [...]
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The Dawn of Understanding (I Hope) At the point of urgency, The call to action, When I Know that Everything I’ve done until Now Has been mere Preparation for this Moment It happens that I Stop. And I realize that Those moments of mere Preparation, were (in their time) the Most Important Thing.
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Grown-Up School “I must have missed this day,” I think, Trying to coax sugar-water, Peanut butter, Mashed banana into my daughter’s sick Rat. I think that, sometimes. Maybe a sick day cost me The essential knowledge of How to find my Right Life, Retrieve my missing Socks, or Live with the consequences of Breaking someone’s [...]
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By The Highway On the rock wall Sheer, Crazed, lined with vertical scars Remnants of the process (designed, coldly) by which tons of rock ancient beyond reckoning were blasted away The bleary, beery late night spray-job echoes back the builders’ desperate anonymous scrawl: I was here.
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Oddly enough, this was written in one of my better moods. When I Die Do not mark my passage with marble, No. Turn towards the light. Do not hold my bones hostage In iron and lead Or cage my form in a chemical bath. These atoms are not me. Where I am going, No body [...]
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Advice from the Inner Critic Love?!? Love’s been done to death. Nobody’s had anything new to say In 60 generations. And how do you plan to avoid The cheese-traps, Running mouse-like through The maze of metaphors? No. Best to steer clear, Dance around the edges. Leave love to the experts.
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Cast off the shackles of belonging. There is no You to hide from There is only perfect knowledge of Beauty and Truth Cloaked in 7000 generations of catastrophe
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The tummy. Flatten your tummy. Get rid of belly fat. Get the abs you’ve always dreamed of. With this one magic secret. And if that doesn’t work, And you’ve gone the way of the 10,000 sit ups and One thousand and one pilates classes And yoga just isn’t doing it for you, And neither did [...]
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Although Sundays are not going to become Stan Rogers day, here is another. I’ve been seeing the wrinkles on my face progressing over the last few years, in a way that is becoming less forgiving every year. It used to mean that I was stressed, or dehydrated, but they are becoming my everyday companion. Here [...]
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With Apologies to Erica Jong… And our other foremothers who spent our childhoods storming the gates of power so that when we came of age, they would stand open, gaping before us, beckoning. And to my sisters who ran with me towards the maw, firmly convinced that this. This. was the key to it all. [...]
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