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Category Archives: Uncategorized
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
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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Tagged AI, digital conversations, nature poetry, siri, spring flowers, talking to strangers
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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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Tagged as it is, industrial strip, late winter, poetry, urban poetry
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Rubble, Rumble, Toil, Trouble
Rubble, rumble, toil, trouble. All week long, a poem wrestled with me, and I within it. It held me tightly in its grip, everything onomapoetic with rubble. Emotions far outweighed thought: I grabbed at words, poor human with a pen, hoping something might … Continue reading
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Tagged earthquake, poetry, Rubble, turkey
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Blue, Gunshots, Eating Shoes
Pops of blue. Against what. Skeins of gray. Lure of monochrome. Screens of violence. At 5 am I watched a match between two women, battling over tennis balls in Melbourne. Seven shot dead in Jerusalem after praying. Grainy witness to the Memphis flaying. Keening and pleading … Continue reading
OUI/WE
OUI/WE Through New Year’s open doorsa host of voices echo, Say Yes! Back then, I was weary of Non: Don’t run down the stairs! Don’t cry! OUI! Formed in France where I broke apart and transformed, child in my belly, “I” to “we.” … Continue reading
Mellow the Morning After
The morning after, the room exhalesits smoke and mellow wax.Bivalves cradle each other on a forgotten plate.Lip prints, crumpled napkins, the tint of sun like an unmade bed — all that happened, happened,in an instant of excess;like a poem, it … Continue reading
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Tagged celebration, memory, mindfulness, morning after
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Viva My Magenta!
Magenta? I swoon, no matter how much naysayers insist I should pay attention to the end of the world. Pantone may have anointed Viva Magenta the color of 2023, but I’ve been living in that color since the cusp of … Continue reading
Colorists on the Brink of Winter
“The colorists get it entirely wrong: nature is colored in winter and cold in summer, there’s nothing colder than full summer sun.” Tell me more, Camille Pissarro! Tell me, French landscape painter, about winter’s color, now that leaves now lying … Continue reading
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Tagged landscape painting, Pissarro, S.A.D., T.J. Clark, winter blues
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