Category: Poetry

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’14 Summer Swansong (part 1)

More than a week has passed. Out of a two-month summer vacation, two days remain. Impressions: last bitter taste of morning coffee cicada song August 23rd We take the mandatory photo at the Statue...

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No One There For Me

Poem   At the end of the day when Sun is setting and all summer dwellers are playing tango in the lights of crimson, pink and auburn I’d hold you forever, never let it...

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Stairway To The End

Poem In search of peace Not of where it is found Yet, how it catches my search. There’s no more room for mistaking it Knowing how it fools the easiest ways Keeping on track...

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Smoke And Snowstorms

Poem   Smoke and snowstorms fill the night Blustering and blizzarding, gloomy grey, The icy cloud-dust wraps the world in white. Morning comes; I wake in the light of day. Smoke and snowstorms Are...

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Yet Another Repair

Mira didn’t want to tell me: the AC stopped working again. We toggled the switch, heard the hum of the intake fan, but only warm air emerged from the vent. When I went outside...

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Confessing a Reading Interrupted

Ilana’s memoir lies on top of a pile of Family Circle magazines. In all the time we worked together… … I only read half. My un-replied email August crickets

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Hematologist Follow-up

The same friendly nurse pricks my finger. Moments after taking my sample, she tells me my white blood cell count is up to 4.0 greater than normal. Then she leads me to an exam...

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Fold

Tasting you through the bastion you set up Need progresses farther; lightning in a slingshot slip does just that, to the floor yours tastes like it was waiting for mine a cool rendition of...

Poems About Life Choices 0

A Day To Get By

Poem I look about my day today, and everyone seemed so content in their way. I looked deeper to my own surprise and there are was so much of discontent on its way. When...

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Lights and Raspberries

Poem While I sleep in a world of lights and raspberries you come closer and I write words of heart the lights: blue, then red and yellow kissing continuously play with the weather on...

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Back-to-School Blues, part ?

After another night of tossing and turning, I feel a pinching sensation above my eyebrows. A tickle in my throat, as well as a slight queasiness in my stomach, soon follows. The ill-feeling spiked...

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Thwarted Ambition

We arrive at our niece’s house for her daughter’s 3rd birthday party—early. Mira wants to “hug the babies”—our newborn great niece and nephew, both of whom will be there. She had hoped to have...