2024
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I’d rather show you my cartoons than read my outloud poetry in the same room. If we could read our poetry to each other over the phone maybe my uncertainty wouldn’t show. (you might suspect it in the waning of my voice, but I could always say it’s because we have a bad connection. Read more
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Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on, I pace about and draw the drapes, and say there’s nothing I can do, except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more
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There once was a man who said I’d chased him away, with words of affection spoken in too harsh a tone. This may have been true, or he may have missed something in the translation. I wish I’d loved him so much I’d have missed him when he was gone, or lost or dead and Read more
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I was feeling disconnected from this womanin the knitting group I had joined,she was telling us how often she had “knitted for hours in the car as she was driving”, most recently on a trip she’d made to Ann Arbor. Now, knitting while you are driving was not something I was familiar with; I felt lost in my mind Read more
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Sometimes you want to sharea poem you wrotenot because you want to prove to others or yourself that you’re a poet, not because you want to show how good it is, but because in writing it you found out something about yourself, or someone else, or an incident, something you knew butdidn’t know you knew,until within the poem it was revealed, a Read more
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She was suffocating my soul. The pillow used was made of ice, frozen ice on my lips melted to salt, lingering drops tickling my chin, tasting of sin sparkling, trickling, pinching my nostrils, crackling as it hit and broke my heart open. When done, I peeled it open like a screaming onion that farted and Read more
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My high school teachersaid don’t be so boy crazy.I preyed, to capture somedaythe perfect mate, but I failed.Crazy cat lady, today. Tanka Read more
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After a traffic accident, in which a drunk driver hit a local family’s car, killing the father and injuring the mother and their two children, our village responded with all the help it could, including love and money for the supporting family, friends and the survivors. We tend to think of loss in the immediacy Read more
Words from Inside My Head 