Poetry
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July 1, 2024 The whole entire fucking neighborhood’s on fire, and I don’t know what I’m going to do…
here We the People go, and it’s not just my house, it’s our house, every house all around is burning,and everyone’s doing something different,no one seems to be in charge,no rescue since the fire department’s on fire too, someone’s shouting not to give up, someone’s standingon their rooftop, someone’s inside watching Netflix, someone’spacked and backing Read more
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There’s plenty of time, I think, as if I werea youngster of thirty or forty or fifty or sixty,to do whatever’s on my wish list: a visit abroad,work on my book of poems; take a vacation somewhereI haven’t been. Then I stumble across a poem someone’swritten about caring for their dear mom, the fragility,the frequent Read more
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at least, according to my cardiologist, who I believe, despite his charming bedside manner,does not really know what to say to me,and so he pats me on the wrist and tells methat I’m doing fine, prescribes a little mobile EKGdevice, which I can use to reassure myself, when my heart starts all that thumping like Read more
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I’m afraid these are the best that I can do, unpublished, they aren’t good enough, so I can never claim to be a poet. Not true, but shared feeling among many poets. Read more
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1991, Based on a true story. My employer, experiencing an unanticipated economic crisis,offered me this option, lose my job ortake on two. Newly back from childbirthleave, of course I chose the latter, and sothere I was, babe in hand, steering a smallrental van, on the way to a trade show inChicago, where I’d be singly setting Read more
Words from Inside My Head 