Category: poetry
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Desiderata
“You are dust and to dust you shall return,” but first my duty was to help you along lying as you were in the corner of the coop your feathers still, your body hushed & crumpled in the dry heat of late August I believed you gone but then you cried as I went to…
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What I didn’t know still hurt me
You gut me like a fish until I am exposed trembling My insides spilling outside, unprotected unguarded There is little that is lovely about this feeling unshielded on your table waiting for the knife to drop
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More Than Could Be Counted
Every year, in wintertide, I pore over seed books as I dream of a garden a child could ruin herself for dinner in. When the time is right, I tuck precious seeds in good earth and wait and watch for these yearnings to push themselves out of the dark soil, take on leaf and spread…
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Deep Unto Deep
Beneath the becalmed ocean surface of my body currents roil. There is nowhere to hide from this crushing undertow– It grabs hold of me, pulling me deeper until I fear that I will be lost. I remember looking out over the waves in Santa Cruz, my feet kissed by the vestiges of stones and shells…
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Humaning
When the shadows lengthen, and the evening falls, and the busy world is hushed; when the gaps between the tree boughs outside my window sing out God’s praise in technicolor; when the birdsong gathers into conspiratorial whispers deep within the hedgerow; whilst the chipmunks steel themselves silently against the stones and burls, and the cicadas…
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Burn
It’s better to marry than to burn, wrote Paul But what the hell was he on about? Desire smolders within me and I cannot put it out, nor contain it, nor stop it in its course. Fire refines, said the Psalmist, but at this point I’m more concerned with whether it will take the whole…
Deeper in me than I 