Tag Archives: poetry

The Opening

I’ve opened the door for you. You’re welcome to stay. We can climb trees and eat cherry pie. I’ll hold you when you need to cry. There’s room in my heart now. And in my home. I am grateful to … Continue reading

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Poet from Slovenia

I eat oranges, avocados, and chocolate bark. I want to stay up all night drinking nettle tea, feeling the breeze, writing poetry. I think about my poet from Slovenia again, as choking noises come from the direction of my cat.  … Continue reading

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Flashbacks

I’m having flashbacks today. Michael’s on my mind. Spring is in the air and I find myself longing for love again. Was Michael love?  I think so. Love means a lot of things. I loved him as a fellow human … Continue reading

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Doctor’s Visit

She hadn’t been to the doctor in years, Preferring the natural way. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, I’m just fine with surgery. You’ve waited too long, I’m sorry to say. Nothing can be done. You may … Continue reading

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equanimity

Now that you’re gone                                                                          … Continue reading

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Smoke Fills the Air ~ 2

Smoke follows beauty That’s what you would say as the Smoke filled my lungs and clouded my brain. I was only a child wishing for fresh air to fill my days instead of living in a Perpetual Haze. I did … Continue reading

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Drinking the Kool-Aid

Is this the same bottle that Andy drank from? ‘It is’, she replied. I don’t think I can do it. He closed the garage door prematurely. Growing up, the girls never knew their dad.

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