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

I would have thought That time passing would Fade my memory, that I would shrug and Let bygones, you know But instead I google his name, Track his whereabouts, stalk him on the internet He is married, lives in Arizona … Continue reading

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I Want to Be the Opposite of Breathless

to have my feet grounded Like a potato farmer My hands busy Even if my concentration wanders and I pick flowers instead I want to walk between rows of potatoes Humming a sturdy song steps sinking into the earth 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 with acceptance A little death essay here A death haiku there Trot out your words … 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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Clutterflies

went through my closet and threw out my fat clothes, tossed suits and fancy frocks from office days discarded dowdy and pathetic got three things left sorted the kitchen gave away six iron pots and service for twelve guess no … 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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