Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Tag: Moon

  • Swimming in my underwear

    Swimming in my underwear

    Last night I swam in my underwear.   Probably many people have done this in their lifetime, but I have not done this before. I wanted to swim, it was a beautiful night, and my bathing suit was upstairs and I was downstairs, so I convinced myself that my camisole looked like a bathing suit.…

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  • Evening splendor

    Evening splendor

    So good to look out my window

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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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  • Could be winter

    Could be winter

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  • Despair

      This summer the windows in the house steam up like they used to when there were teenagers inside. All that glorious passion every morning. This summer everything is slightly off: The gaits of the horses, the timing of the stoplights, the phases of the moon, the beat of people’s hearts. Reports keep coming of…

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  • The Length of Winter

    I forgot how long winter is. It doesn’t extend from November to March as it should but it’s disobedient and sometimes hides inside a heart and a chamber to the left or to the right and there you are with only a part of your heart functioning because of winter or it’s a fact. You…

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  • Reading Vol de Nuit

    vimeo.com/436968130 Reading “Vol de Nuit”

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  • Memorial Day

    Memorial Day

    In honor of Memorial Day I choose the Good Humor: a treat on a wooden stick, vanilla ice cream covered in thin dark chocolate, covered in white shiny paper that was hermetically sealed over it. Teeth were the utensil most often used to open it up! The good humor arrived in the truck driven by…

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  • Full Moon: A Moment

    Full Moon: A Moment It’s a full moon: Let the antics begin. The spider is dangling from one arm like a performing monkey, Mist is sweating the Frangipani tree, A man kissed a woman and then slapped her, The slow, sweet cat rubs against an ear, The moon spots the Moorish roof And the ear…

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