poem
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If i go back far enough
I am from desert dust Antlions sat just beneath the surface Adobe, dirt floors and wood burning stove Trailer houses inside and outside of trailer parks Tall trees with fat limbs where my mama sat to read books and eat tomatoes from her mother’s garden Willows weeping, still as day Fast running water racing past Continue reading
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800 notebooks
800 notebooks Lying about Open and waiting Notes about weather About bugs on windshields About babies and teenagers About love About hate About the future And oh so many pages about the past Continue reading
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escribí esto para mi tío – July 2021
The elders are goingOne by one they take their leavelast breathesOr whispered goodbyesSometimes without any words at all Thin tall framesShort lumpy ones tooHeads full with memories and songs Ever varying shades of gray They’ve gathered all their daysIn a white cloth made of cottonAnd tied them to a stickWith a stringAnd thrown them over Continue reading
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in the rooms living
down the hall laughter rings bouncing off of walls dipping underneath archways coming my way in the next room voices deep in that room little ones are arguing she pleads her case while she stands her ground the water running in that sink sings along to the tune from that pocket the twang hums the Continue reading
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tiny
Tiny silver spoon I’m so happy to have met you Me in my jeans and flip flops Shiny from car air and the miles You in that trap made of logs Did the sign say they were hand crafted? Building square and tall In the shadow of all those trees Next to that highway Brimming Continue reading
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Away
The sun sets behind a building made of wood and stone and earth: time. She is a fireball in the sky. Burning orange with her shoulders wide, arms stretched out over the horizon, head back and into the sky. I am passenger on swift moving train racing over the miles like wind past this scene. Continue reading
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heart. cry. prayer. poem.
Tired Body healing Still hurting Grieving Heart lighter Then heavier Stress compounded Saying goodbye Grief Loss Joy Hope I forgot About blocked care How it looks Feels Just woke up to it’s hard reality Sleep in my eyes Cloudy head Weeping Father help me remember How to chose love Continue reading
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reassess
we were all gung-ho we were determined we were more than a little brave we were going to go and change the world we did our best we started families we made our decisions and now we’re left with this it isn’t bad it’s even beautiful but it isn’t what we thought that it would Continue reading
All the grace 