The Artichoke Women

artichoke women

I love the smell of Artichokes cooking. It’s earth in a boiling pot. It is memories of adults when I wasn’t. It’s the women in my family sitting around a…

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Leaving Words Behind

leaving words behind

It all started with a walk and a dog The dog, Kukui, with his tail that whirls like a helicopter Brisk little legs to lead us down the street his…

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Proof of Life

proof of life

There is a tiny person under my roof this morning.  She arrived two days ago, and I fussed and worried and sterilized and kept the appropriate social distance, until finally…

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The Old Couple

the old couple

Day after day, the old couple down the street climbed into their car to keep it company. Going through the motions of being alive, she whipped around the steering wheel,…

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Emergence

emergence

I thought, on this sunlit morning, having tea on my own stretch of lake, listening to the returned pair of King Fishers from last year, their chitters audible above the…

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Starlings

starlings

New life explodes in open vents vespers of baby bird chirps cacophony of hunger Spirit cloistered in crawl space sings out to our weary souls and we listen.

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Hope Poems

hope poems

1. My Heart, a Stone I’d like to start a bonfire in my heart but today there’s just a stone; last night, a whirlwind; before, a broken mirror. It seems…

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