Getting lost in your emotional reactivity isn’t where you want to be. –Ram Dass I want to apologize, right off the bat, for all those years and years of lunches, phone conversations and long walks in parks together in which I complained endlessly about my mother. When she passed, my bouncing ball of litanies, mostly […]
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TURN THE PAGE Self-help books have long been our friends. Guiding us through rocky starts, middles and ends. In our twenties and thirties, underlined and dog-eared they lined our walls. Trampolines for lightening falls. In our forties and fifties, asking us to surrender, let go. Then promising us we’ll regain control. […]
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Peek A Boo Something unwanted. How dare this happen? To me? Stupid me. Bad me. Wrong me. Sad me. Embrace the sadness me. Awaiting transformation. Giving up. Sad sad sad. With one hand of forgiveness. One hand of mercy. Peek a boo. There she is.
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PSALM 2017 Just two months and one day ago, I didn’t know I could still bellow. Some tell me to seek to understand, be patient, have faith. Anything but have to witness a fierce woman become emotional. Too bad. I hear cymbals crashing and my vocal chords crack.
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Brief Intermission I cannot change the past. I cannot save the world. I’m not in control of my emotions. But I can make a baby laugh.
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The gold high-rise penetrates heaven. Who wouldn’t hide or scream? There is but one saving grace. The skies are not what they used to be. Once full, they are now empty and cold. In the safety of my arms, I hold God close. We cry together, but not to sleep. This is not the time […]
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NIGHT POEM Words wake me up at three. My muse is now a goblin. But don’t feel sorry for me. It’s a higher quality problem.
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SHARED LEASH/ The young one– Tail wagging in the lead/ Steadies her pace to guide the old one/ Eyes dim, ears dull, paws tender. My own eyes well up with tears of gratitude– To have lived long enough/ To go on such a walk. ********************
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MIDNIGHT The red clock chimed twelve. The painted skeleton danced. I ate the finest chocolate.
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The devil and Lillibeth/ Locked in the dance of man. Look away! A baby hippo is licking her lips.
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