Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Last Woman on Earth

  • The Man At The Front…

    I wonder if I am the only person who waits for the doorbell to ring and have it be the love of her life last seen some 20 years ago? I thought I had given up on that fantasy but it happened again yesterday. I was home alone reading a book about telepathic communication and…

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  • The Circle Game

    The Circle Game

    This morning for the second time I took a walk with my little Sadie up the street into the graveyard of our local church. There’s a place there where people put the cremated remains of their loved ones. I always feel drawn to this place as it is strangely peaceful, but also filled with a…

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  • Two Chaise Lounges

    Two Chaise Lounges

    Under the umbrella by the pool are two quilted chaise lounges, like the rollers in factories used  to move small items to the next station. If you run your hand over them you will feel symmetry of each roll until you don’t. Their slope is inviting as one can see it’s the shape of a body unconscious waiting to be lifted upward by a parent or a lover.…

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  • Words in Gardens

    Words in Gardens

    Garden words Stop Listen Close your eyes Feel Kiss Smell Brilliant Bring back anything good Ferns Words begin with w Mouth lips Risk it Say it Do it Be the tree’s root Fragile Temporary Contemplation Fidelity Loss Absurd There’s a garden in Scotland called “Little Sparta” and it inspired me to to be more creative…

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  • Far away city

    Far away city

    Far away city with dreams that went to sleep

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  • “The Red Kerchief” Claud Monet

    “The Red Kerchief” Claud Monet

    I wanted him to notice me. It wasn’t that difficult to see what I wanted. In winter he stayed inside all the time. Painting. He was. All the time. Winter, always a danger to everyone, young and old. No freedom in winter. Too much freedom for him. I wandered by that day wearing red, A…

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  • Out the car window on…

    Out the car window on the way home

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  • It’s Complicated

    It’s complicated

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  • House

    House

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  • Desperate Comprimise

    Desperate Compromise To be honest the other night I pretended I didn’t mind this man was a Trump supporter because he was so handsome and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his mostly craggy face. At 80 his arms did not look too bad either. Though I could not see them, I could see…

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