Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Last Woman on Earth

  • My House

    Flash 2 My House       I live alone people think but in fact my house has so many inhabitants I have to be careful when moving through it. There are many men lurking about in my closets and bedroom all of whom seem angry and hungry. The kitchen contains some young ones with…

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  • Virus

    Virus

    Child’s Game “Hold your breath!” passing a graveyard we said In the back seat of a 57 Ford gravely acknowledging the dead. Now, out walking, I hold my hand over my mouth careful to not breathe in air of living people passing.

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  • Make Butter

    Make Butter

    How to Make Butter

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  • Second Floor Window

    Second Floor Window

      Second Floor Window   People have always asked me if I live alone? I think I must seem like a pack animal. The urge to gather warmth around me so obvious to others but I remain oblivious. From my own personal observation I notice my happiest times are when I am alone reflecting on…

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  • Last Night I Saw My…

    Last Night I Saw My...

    Last night no one knew if it was the sun setting or the moon rising but it was orange: hung there by a wire moving around our sky, currents of warm air lifting and lowering its round shape enough to light the narrow, soft roads crisscrossing the sandy summer peninsula. One young woman pushing her…

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  • This Afternoon

    This Afternoon

    I like young old men. Men whose twinkle never faded like some lust or the memory of really good vanilla ice cream. I like the round muscle of their arms, the temptation of golden skin, and the quick way they look at me for what seems like a long time while we are kissing. Each…

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  • Maybe

    Maybe

        Soon Enough   It is dark nearly all of the time. People have forgotten the feel of water. Lifetimes have shortened Partners are assigned The dictionary has been revised. So many words no longer exist, Joy, Hope, Heart ,Listen, Compassion, Friendship, Cookie, Sunshine, Language Touch The past disappeared so rapidly that history Forgot…

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  • In Reality

    For the longest time I thought I might become someone else. I could be Norwegian and learn the language well so people would say how no one could tell I wasn’t a native. My hair would miraculously turn blond. It would be ok to like sex. I like the sounds of their desserts. Or I…

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  • Last Woman on Earth

    Last Woman on Earth

    I am the last woman on earth. I live alone in my house and every day I do the Schedule: yoga, coffee, meditation, breakfast, look out the window, laundry, make the bed, take a shower, take a walk, lie on the floor, wait for the dogs to jump on me, eat stuff from the fridge,…

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