Tag: Death and Dying

  • Winter Garden

    Winter Garden

    Winter garden Not breathing.

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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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  • I let you haunt me

    I let you haunt me

    In the beginning I was the one with the power. Or at least I thought I was. I had such faith in the power of the sashay of my hips that I never minded walking away. I never even had to turn around to know that you were panting after me. I could hear your […]

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  • Life

    Life

    “No life guard on duty” Why not? If there were ever a time to have someone guarding your life, it’s now.

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  • My Mother gets Religeon or…

    My Mother gets Religeon or...

    When my mother was dying she began to wonder about religion. My Mom had a great way of putting things. Once, when we went to Walmart for picture hangers, she told me I was too competent and that was why there was no man in my life. I found this hysterical but also probably accurate. […]

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  • Oh Russia

    Oh Russia     Russia… I hear symphonies and underlying notes of soulful loss and pieces of Dostoyevsky and still she lumbers forward with Tchaikovsky attending to the beat and refuses to look far ahead at the leader who is stomping angrily in the snow looking for the borderline knowing this earth belongs to him […]

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  • Marla Ruzicka

    Marla Ruzicka

    Let’s talk about war. It’s so cold here that the moon withdrew itself last night. The fur on people’s dogs stopped  shedding for the day. I heard the word “honor” in connection with the memorial I saw from the second world war and I thought why is it honorable to be in a war or […]

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  • Last Night

    Last Night

    Kissed in a restaurant   I met you in a restaurant outside and I wore a coat the color of dried blood and when I saw you I knew I had already known you. Sometimes when that happens there’s no denying it. I love this restaurant. All the waiters know my name and they think […]

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  • It’s Complicated

    It’s complicated

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  • We Call

    We Call   We call to each other in “fluent transparent animal.”* I might be gone from the living and this is the Bardo. We call, all the souls here with me, waiting to move on, wanting to move on. Not wanting to move on. I am not thinking about breathing for once. The others […]

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