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Realisation: And I love you

Missing you is like an underground spring that never runs dry I refuse to call this grief. So Mundane. When you left I did not understand what you had taken with you Now I look around for things buried underground … Continue reading

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On fools and prophets and being 35

I miss my Dadhere at 35.I wish he was hereto offer advicethat I didn’t need in my younger years.I think thatI would listen moreto his advice anddance differentlywith the wisdom contained within.Wisdom is preciouswhen you reach this age and find … Continue reading

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On fools and prophets and being 35.

I miss my Dad here at 35. I wish he was here to offer advice that I didn’t need in my younger years. I think that I would listen more to his advice and dance differently with the wisdom contained … Continue reading

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A Love Lasagna

I don’t know how it got there that lasagna. But by the time I got home and made my way down the slippery, slate steps in the dark dodging stringy cobwebs and awaiting the dreaded crunch of snail squashed under … Continue reading

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Beauty. An unfinished poem about dying.

There once was a man Who was strong and tall and broad and brown. I mention the way he looked Because it was part of everything that he meant to me. His handsome hands Were smooth, brown, determined Thick ropey … Continue reading

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Empty Arms

  Exhausted Aching Depleted. Cold porcelain bathtub Presses against sleepy skin Shocking and welcome. Worst Of all Is the ache in my heart. 8 Pounds 12 ounces. Named for kin and God We smiled and cried Because a smile was … Continue reading

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Another love song.

Unending Tendrils Of Love  Nuns and guns. That’s where I come from. Brought together in interminable endlesssness.   The Nuns. They raised my Mother. They talked to her of God and guilt and shiny shoes and arithmetic. They pointed to … Continue reading

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