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  • Easter

    On Easter lunch I sat next to a man who seemed to be quite a bit older than me because during lunch a fly kept going in and out of his mouth  and he didn’t seem to notice which was really perplexing to me. I couldn’t follow the conversation because I wanted to follow the…

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  • 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 a global celebration of the…

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  • Happy Birthday

    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 pale yellow walls and a…

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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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