Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Poetry

  • 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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  • 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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  • The Last Bing Cherry

    The Last Bing Cherry

      The Bing cherry is named after Seth Lewelling’s Manchurian orchard foreman and friend, Bing. Bing was over 7 feet tall. The Rainier cherry, named after Washington State’s famous volcanic peak, was created in 1952 by cross-breeding the Bing and Van varieties. Wikipedia       Yesterday I ate the last cherry in the white…

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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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  • New word

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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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  • A great review for The…

    A great review for The...

    www.columbiatribune.com/entertainment/20201002/poet-sifts-strange-difficult-memories-in-search-for-clarity

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  • Summer 1955

    Summer 1955 Nothing is moving today. Neither the trees nor the grass not the top parts of the ocean nor the blacks birds over the path. The heat falls onto us mid morning and children lose interest in torturing the dog. I think I hear the Good Humor man’s truck, an echoing television from an…

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  • Our Front Hall

    Our Front Hall

    Our Front Hall Our front hall had a very tall grandfather clock at the foot of the stairs keeping watch over the household. No one could wind it but my father and the clock defined the nights in regular chimes reaching everyone’s ears in everyone’s bedroom.There was a front hall table made of lustrous mahogany…

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  • Circle Show 4 poems

    https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/ee4c72_a392afa35a3147c6ac3eb0ff1daded76.pdf Page 53-56

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