Monthly Archives: September 2020

I Was Harried

out the garden by spiders and crawling folksies, me squatting crosslegged by the bee balm wearing catscratch outfit sunhat deadheading flowers digging clover brilliant overhead birds talking geese on another side of the lake, I dozed off by hypnotic insects … Continue reading

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Growing Serendipity

gardens of flowers I don’t recognize although I must have planted them all, some year or another: it’s not as if they got here by themselves; perhaps I was at a sale and picked a chancy bulb, a likely looking … Continue reading

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When I Am Awake

In the middle of the night Izzy the cat sits and meows at me; she sounds like I feel. I make soothsome noises; she keeps calling, wants me to open the front door even though there is a fine cat … Continue reading

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Sporting Life

My husband has taken up knife throwing, All our trees have giant wooden targets roped to trunks pretending it is an art installation I am pursuing the sport of poetry throwing aim sestinas into the lake, six points for each … Continue reading

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Dawn of the Dead

You have to be dainty In the dark morning all groggy and barefoot Because stepping on a dead mouse Is a terrible way to wake up Especially if you haven’t had coffee You shriek with gritted teeth And hop on … Continue reading

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