pickles

We could argue all day about what is and isn’t a poem but let’s not. Keep your perspective. I’ll keep mine. Let’s make pickles in …

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Purr partners

Be quiet for gratitude. Give yourself time to notice the privileges sent your way today. Not everyone is so fortunate. When you see how lucky …

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light in the window

for Alice Walker Do you know that poets in our hardest moments in quiet attic battlefields sit with you to weep with joy? Do you …

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At the beach

A promise to my family… *********** Today, I will listen, not judge. Today, I will not trade in a deep ocean of love and respect …

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Daniel quiet balloons

so many empty plates dishes piled high corks found in corners furniture askew memory too what did I do?   beside stained counters trash overflows …

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Bella in sunbeam

How did you do it my ancestral poets? How did you feel this world so completely when the gentle and the kind suffer while the …

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feet

Slow beat the summer heat watermelon eat stop admire earth-hardened feet catch warm-air nap eyes at rest beneath cap swim again one more lap that …

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coffee

Now is the time to dance with your demons let your fear run amuck self-rattle your cages. Now is the time to howl at the …

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uneasy Joe

One day I will hear the voice of unease before her tears fall. I will take her small hand, slow down, allowing the ample time she demands …

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kitchen

Fear asks: why create poetry when there’s no apparent market for it? In response I craft an ocean of poems dive deeper into our quality …

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