words
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no. matter. what.
I copy the words that have struck me in my little journal. My tiny cursive letters mixed with tiny print ones. The tiny squares are satisfying to my eyes but I have to work hard to keep my letters in. I make them fit though, because I anticipate there is much from the pages that Continue reading
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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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Trauma is an unfinished business. That’s what Dr. Perry says.
My past sometimes feels like clouds. Not the white, billowing kind but the dark, blankety ones. These hang oppressively above me, blocking out the sun and making me feel like taking a long nap. Of course, this is the kind of sky that no one can see. Not even me. They are the kind one Continue reading
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in my tired head
The hour that I lost today, and the work my brain has done over the past two days along with lack of sleep, are now ganging up on me. The light filling the room tells me it is later than I feel. I wake when I wake and I wish I hadn’t woken up but Continue reading
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Uncle
I think of you I remember you The wrinkles on your face Laugh lines Crows feet Dark skin Stong thin fingers Your laugh Always your smile and your laugh I weep And there isn’t any confusion about you About the loss It is only good Only love you gave Mixed with mystery And only you 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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February 2021 {yarnalong}
Even though the yarnalong link up isn’t happening just now — if I remember I am still sharing what I’m reading and knitting— it’s a nice practice to keeping a record. I’m knitting Joanna’s cozy knee socks in a casual knit along for February ~ it’s a lovely free pattern that you can find here. 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
All the grace 