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Confused Spring Prayer

May I recognize my hilly landscapeand not expect to live in the plain.Know that I am the hills and ravines,the sun-drenched fields and deep shadows,  gulleys, mustard fields, yellows,veils of light that drape like silk slips,brooding camisoles, mist from cigarettes, … Continue reading

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Yo Mama!

I had been thinking about the representations of mothers, the usual suspects, until I bumped into Yo Mama, a collage by Wangechi Mutu, the indefatigable Kenyan-born artist.  Boom!  Here was the fiercest and coolest mother on the planet.  I paused, wishing that all … Continue reading

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Exactly As Spring Is, Only More So

The April dusk bursts with metaphors.  Night had sowed magical rain, the day comes forth in pea green, yellow green, everything green. Pavement of scattered chartreuse pollen with tire marks.  The daffodils mesmerize me: tiny geese with pointed head and tucked wings … Continue reading

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The Art of Squirrel as Poem

Where the birds nestGreening treetopsA busy squirrel You think it’s found its branchIt leaps to another Propositions madeThen negated The ordinary sense We are used to makingFinds danger It scampers downTail blushing in the sun So much fun

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In Our Cups of Seder Freedom

Four glasses in, heaps of food and words, the feast of mouth-people overflows. The Reed Sea breathes. The message in the bottle passed forward each year — Ask, talk!  Tell, tell! — God’s backward order that Exodus was a pretextfor us to tell the … Continue reading

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Seasons: Everything All at Once

Seasons, the steady four,are now layered, entangled. To the bridge’s left, ships hoverin glacial water, a blue-lipped hue.Love or bankruptcy, horizon’s lower eyewatches time’s suspension a red-tailed hawk floatsabove the bay’s reverse face,tiny flowers burstin yellow and orange flesh of … Continue reading

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Flux, March

The pristine snow,abandoned, sinks — a sooty skin. Broken objectsrise up. An arm, stairs, cardboardboxes shockedby fetid air, my head  pushes from themud, the primordial churn, seething, thick with saltyactivity. Shit or fish sauce?  Callit March.

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The Guest

For three weeks, I was a guest: to different showersAnd toilet flushes in the West, to coffee houses, to apps,to rosemary as box shrub.  A guest to my suitcase.  To hot tubs and skin in the garden of my tiny cottage. Guest to … Continue reading

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Hey, Stranger Stranger

I could have been quaintand asked a stranger about those droopingwhite blossoms, pointed leaves and slender stems,flowers upside down, dripping like milk. Instead I tasked my phone and askeda stranger stranger, who gave me fifteenfast photos of the flower before … Continue reading

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Scrappy February

Blue sky with blacktop in the early morning.  A flock of birds takes a surprise curve over my glass,a car-toting mattress heads to unload on the strip – the dump, salt heap and peaksof scrap metal.  An old fire truck slinks past its … Continue reading

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