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Letter
Letter to anyone who may survive me and who I love Don’t take anything seriously. If you have the chance to scamper then do it. Never suppress a generous urge. Try to laugh a lot because it’s really good for you especially your lungs. Stay in your lane and…
Award
Competition. Congratulations! The judges were especially impressed with your poem “Resume.” Your work was judged to be on a world-class level in a remarkably international field. We received submissions from 13 different countries this year, a record! From Singapore to Australia, Mexico to the Russian Federation, Poetry 2026 was truly…
Happy Birthday
I remember floating on a giant inflatable fluorescent blue raft with you inside me in the heat of July in August in Maryland the amniotic fluid keeping time with the waves in the pool. I was 23 years old and had never held a baby. Your nursery was ready with…
Integration There’s a moment when a child stops playing just for her as there is “Another” watching. The play become something other than sole imaginary play and is now “observed” play. The child comes out of her unconscious and is now conscious of her presence in the world No one…
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving Once, long ago, I wrote a poem on Thanksgiving about a couple who were standing on a stone wall outside their house. They were wearing matching Fair Isle sweaters with wreaths around their necks and were in their fifties. A bird swooped down and took the husband’s sweater…
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Buy my book! The Favorite by Lucinda Watson This memoir in verse is brimming with insight and wisdom from Watson’s 71 years of being alive. It’s divided into three parts, which explore the author’s thoughts during different periods of her life. It explores a child’s innocence and curiosity in the first…
Japanese Garden
Japanese Garden Under Construction Stones rumbled, poured out then stopped precisely. A river threaded as a stream of water through a needle’s eye. Tree cut out of scrub: arms akimbo, silence of wind seen in movement of water, footsteps crunching faint and soft, Bird dares to dip a wing…
Suicide
Eight years ago I lost a child to suicide. It changed my life forever but this information has to be kept to myself the majority of the time. Before I lost Tina, I never thought about what to say to people when they suffered a great loss. Like most people…
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