Poem, snippets and essays of my life

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  • The End of the world

    The End Of The World Around 8:30 PM she breathed a sigh of relief as in 90 minutes her head would hit the pillow and the illumination of the world would end. Over the years she had tried a few things to help her sleep: milk, cookies, magnesium, men, books, and various sleep technicians. None

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  • 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 really remembers this moment except

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  • Thanksgiving

    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 in his mouth and flew

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  • Getting Older

    Getting Older

    I noticed today that my hands are not my real hands. Someone has replaced my real hands with hands that look very old. If I hold them up to the light with my fingers pointed upward, I can count the number of wrinkles on each finger and there are at least 50 on my middle finger now.

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  • One Day

    Getting along with the world is becoming more and more complicated. No one is listening. I had a dinner party last week and everyone sat in a circle with their plates on their laps and listened to whomever was speaking. Even more astonishing, there was a pause after each comment so the opinion of the

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  • Meadowcroft

    Mothering in the 50’s I didn’t really have an example of what a mother should be doing. I didn’t have a good example and I didn’t have a bad example. I had an absent example.  This is what many of us had growing up in the 50s and 60s. Our mothers spent quite a bit of time in their bedrooms and I don’t understand what they were doing in there. Some of us had mothers who took us to school and some of us had mothers who picked us up from school, but many of us didn’t know where our mothers were most of the time and they didn’t know where we were. This was the

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  • Letter to my sister

    Letter to my sister

        Letter to my dear sisterA few years ago, during our water shortage, I took out all the plants from my lower garden. Then I found these granite plaques that said things on them like “be careful” or “fragile” or “Bring back something good”and it meant a lot to me just to be able to look at the words and the

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  • During the Quiet Times

    And what if during the quiet times you let the ocean settle and the waves flatten like a slowly ironed sheet and you sliced through the topmost layer where the warm part is, your hands cupped for the sacrificial wine, parting the water, the salty water of the earth and you were now a perfect

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  • Navigational Devices

    Navigational Devices

    In that moment on Penobscot Bay in our white boat with my grand daughter tucked under my arm like a nesting crane my chin on the top of her head, a waft of rinsed baby shampoo, sweet candy, and milky pudding blending into the salty air while we speed across the bay to dinner under

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