Monthly Archives: December 2019

Social Skills

I have a sophisticated name for my dreadful Unease with people After all these years of parties Hiding in a corner with a book Or sneaking out the back door After years of being shy and strange I learned I … Continue reading

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Revenge

You might suppose that the desire for revenge gets stale At least I would have thought That the passage of time would wash out my anger, Fade my memory, that I could become nonchalant, shrug and Let bygones, you know … Continue reading

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Potato Farmer

I want to be the opposite of breathless Even if I can hardly catch my breath I want to have my feet grounded solid, no nonsense Like a potato farmer My hands busy Even if my concentration wanders and I … Continue reading

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Birds

For many years I have looked at my body In a full length mirror Naked as a jay bird, the fat witchy kind, a Roly-poly jolly plump pigeon with a gnarled beak Like other birds on this cold long night … Continue reading

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Objets d’Art

Why do I want more rugs when I’ve run out of floor And more paintings when I’ve run out of wall More lamps when I’ve run out of table? Today I bought three plates knowing I already have so many … Continue reading

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Life Coach

I am eager to give good advice, even Champing at the bit because I know just what you should do I was born to be your coach Your spiritual director I want to fill in your dance card And dictate … Continue reading

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Death

Writing about death is like homeopathy You do it in the hope That taking death in small doses Will reduce its impact, maybe Even help you accept death A little death essay here A death haiku there Trot out your … Continue reading

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Wisdom

You would think that Being seventy-five I would know things Have wise woman insights And discernment That I would not be subject to petty fears and confusion You would think that The specter of death just around the corner Would … Continue reading

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Clutter

I went through my clothes and threw away Everything I wore when I was fat and All the suits and fancy outfits from when I went to work Along with everything dowdy, worn out, stretched or pathetic I now have … Continue reading

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Credit Where Due

Sometimes when I hear Mothers say very seriously That their greatest achievement is their children I squirm inside In embarrassment for them After all I have children too Wonderful people, beautiful and kind and creative Smart and loving But children … Continue reading

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