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What makes Easter

I should have written this yesterday When my head was filled with Easter Yesterday we were walking in flowers Dogs bounding over tall clover Hawk daddy tending to hawk mama on the nest Sunlight, soft breeze, basking, open, easy yes … Continue reading

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Operating instructions

The moment came in the dying, then in being seated with the dead. Before you ever found your footing, the quilt was laid across your shoulders. The heft of it kept you grounded, so much so that in the first … Continue reading

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Reclamation

and there it is not dying not this minute and the choice is made step back into this world and beloved fades a little a shadow of a shadow now a glance of movement at dusk a sound at the … Continue reading

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Whatever it was was it, wasn’t it?

. Whatever it was that I set out to do Just now Didn’t get done But the oven is clean To be honest, the oven did most of the work While we were out it was Burning, turning whatever that … Continue reading

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The slow walk to the pause

I was loved, like a house on fire, in a relationship that lasted a quarter-century. My time as Mark’s girlfriend, and then Mark’s wife was blessed and special and holy. We had some great fights; we were proud that we … Continue reading

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Five Poems Against Spring

(I) raging against hope against change signs that the world will move on has moved on continues moving on without you . (II) step outside and look up and glare at the branches bare your teeth at threat of spring … Continue reading

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Go to hell, midnight

Of all the emotions in the grieving process, the hardest for me is feeling “sorry.” Those feelings of self-pity are huge, so powerful and real, but the minute I begin to commit them to words, the “sorry” begins to lift … Continue reading

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