stand outside with a hot mug of cocoa—spiked—
snowflakes mixing like impromptu marshmallows
—there on the surface of your cup and then gone
as quickly as this moment—you blinking, beside
your bundled husband, your blanketed son—
it is a gray day. you breath—you are grateful.
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not enough or
was it all too much and
the emptiness meant you were just
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Without agenda, another cold day slips by,
in food and sleep and little chores, in tussling
the boy to the floor. The house moves in sighs,
a tiny capsule on a small planet in a strange time.
The year moves in an endless round ring.
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one stretch to wrench
a new, more painful shape
to the day; years to relearn good
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And we’ll make it merry, whether it goes willingly or not. I hope you are having a lovely holiday season, as we journey toward the end of 2020.
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I’ve been experimenting with short form poetry. I’ve been sharing these pieces on the blog here, with some rare exceptions that I’ve sent out for potential publication.
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What a great and terrible year. During these hard times, I have found that staying grateful is even more important than ever. Happily, I have some really big things to be thankful for.
Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving, 2020!”
arched feet, and walk in joy,
held by whomever you choose
to love you.
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the thick pink sleeve
of the terrycloth robe,
wanting the same comfort my mom
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