Welcome to the Void
so welcome here sitting in the sun at a rusty table lunch with caregivers in front of Useless Bay sparrows bathe in dust at our feet fluff and primp without shame we admire the audacity together we swing across Alzheimer’s through marriage troubles creative projects...
Letting It Be
a flash poem inspired by my new We Shall Dance with Mountains friends... Letting It Be soft paused cat nose to velvet bumblebee nose children down on the beach yelling to one another in self-created language: "Unda buda!" shout lungs "Oggie buggie buda!" echo...
Loving to Pieces, Autopoiesis
Flash poetry (created and shared online in <10 minutes) inspired by an amazingly prolific and resilient researcher friend. I turned a research abstract into a poem on the fly for him. That's me apparently: nerdy poems on the fly, no waiting. Isn't life beautiful?...
I Break My Heart Each Morning
I break my heart each morning so there is room for her her memory and story her history inside of me disease that slowly separates her away from her beyond disease a slow release of precious self to daughters mom we broke ourselves each morning let our hearts be...
Our Fevered State
1. Pain and Shock I lay in bed this week fevered and in pain energy drained throat on fire tired and sick while screens around me surface a young white face with stone dead eye sockets murderer, 9 times over lily white terrorist with a Dorothy Hamill haircut imagined...
Talking with Neighbors
I was telling my neighbor how much I appreciate the multigenerational knowledge and friendship in our new (to us) neighborhood: a rare gift—at least in my world— people holding a 6-generation understanding of a place. He said he appreciated it too and also loves that...
needed to breathe deeply right now: choose 1
blank page empty space a face turning into wind solitude bare feet a fuck-it attitude a friend’s voice removing my head from my ass felt freedom to mess up keep learning felt connection to the universe herself nature before me shifting from particle to wave...
Within the Unknowing
within the unknowing we offer unwavering presence tell your stories, our stories so many inside giggles within the unknowing at times we keep busy searching, sharing, worrying gardening, cooking, praying, offering sometimes we grow weary, angry within the unknowing...
On Marrying a Poet
Chris Toll said The job of poets is not to explain the Mystery. The job of poets is to make the Mystery greater. Terrific, said Daniel, but my question was: where do you want to eat dinner tonight?
Becoming Magic With Her
I love Alzheimer's when mom looks into my eyes says “My baby girl. I love you.” twinkles hugs me close she lifts the world to my lips pours gratitude through me inconsequential then that names are dead past is gone old us drowned we float happy here no longer up to us...
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