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Cold Mother II
In Januarycold winds blew in cold baby, eyes like minea heart murmured, an objection that soonleft no trace I dip my toes infrigid sighing frozen seasjust beyond the topazthere is darkness I mistakedichotomies for choicesI segregateone thing from the other I prefera life lived bleeding into and out ofdrafty spacesthings without names Januarycold mothers with…
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Namche Bazaar, the Haikus
the wait, the long wait a weather-borne tragedy oh my sweet defeat but then among clouds: helicoptors are the best the timer reset through the mist and fog a clearing among giants I stand on my feet we begin at last but, dear air, where did you go? lethargy, no, no! …
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Sleeping Beauty
I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I not write about Nepal? Dramatic sigh. I was once told by my mentor to trust my…
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Draft
Draft came in whooshing the warm away but my hands were warm to the touch and tangible impossibility what I feel is relief it turns out I’m still alive after all I turned the corner the door was cracked where I’d left it for hours I left it loose on its hinges I I let…
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Optimism
The future is right in front of you Technicolor Fixed Without Optimism Yet I feel almost hopeful Baited breath And — And will this be the worst year of my life? –worse than 1995 (or was it 1996) –bad times you swore you’d never forget, dates you thought would be seared in your mind drift…
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Seasonal Affective Disorder
sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad 13s are symbolic, The Greeks or some other dead people said so, or Maybe it was just rhetoric from the OMEN It is not Halloween: it is not make-believe sad
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Blossoming
I have a large flowering tree More than I can count Pink blossoms, thin and bursting, Centers dark as poppy hearts They drop to the ground Pretty clichés I’m disappointed in their ordinary deaths Until I see the blooming petals Fall onto a smoldering pile of dog shit It’s then I think maybe life is…
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Licking of Dead Toes
Originally posted on Home: there will be no licking of my dead toes I hope I have the exact opposite of a foot fetish and would prefer socked or brown house-shoed feet unless I’ve recently had a pedicure but still please no licking if that’s alright with you I’d be happy to be dead and…
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Approximation of the Conversation Bindo and I Had Via Facebook Just the Other Day
Originally posted on Home: MedicatedLady: who let the dogs out, bindo? Bindo: I love dogs and sunshine and butterflies. I welcomed the sun’s light this morning and rejoiced in the sound of birds’ singing. ML: What? Are you okay? B: I love puppies! ML: You’re using exclamations points these days? B: For the sake of…
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Rubble unfinished
That’s the hardest part Picking through the rubble to find scraps of once-yellow note pad paper written and abruptly, rudely, ended: Toilet paper Apples Erasers 8 batteries Trash bags Birthday card for — The hardest heart catches itself before it does what it made to do: lie or die. (And flower and a cake for…
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