Category Archives: Poetry

Juju

She met the woman through the homeschool group,a refugee from Evangelicals.They soon became fast friends – among that troupe,they were the most responsive to the pullsof liberal originality.She recognized this comrade was extreme,her viewpoint black&white in tendency.But friendship bloomed in … Continue reading

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Interlude

I plan to watch TV tonight, and rest.I’ve had sufficient company for days,and though no acts transpired that distressed,no words offended, there were no displaysof foolishness, maliciousness or messed-up observations spilled in gross arrays,my friends and family were gently boring.Now … Continue reading

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Wisteria Envy

Perhaps the garden soil wants some food,or maybe west is not the way to face,or (likeliest) by too much shade I’m screwed,but my wisteria does not keep pacewith all the neighbor vines around my place.Where those abound with blooms, I’ve … Continue reading

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Faucet

Supplies for plumbing made her father’s field.Her granddad and his brothers did it first.They bought the land their stores stood on, and sealedthe family in wealth as values burstfor Southern California coastal realestate. But when her faucet broke, her thirstfor … Continue reading

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Spring Again

Attracted to the winter all my years(perhaps it was that January birth),when chill will stimulate, and dark appearsso often it gives firelight more worth,I can’t ignore the present buds and spearsof vernal growth – renewal on the eartharound. I watch … Continue reading

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Listing

The vet about my old retriever said,“That nose will work as long as beats her heart.”I think of that, as I view tasks aheadof me, and make a list, and set apartmy leisure while they’re done. Until I’m deadI think … Continue reading

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Plane Snax

So used to mini-pretzels and the sweetof Netherlands, they gave me a surprise –a choice of little packages, completewith popcorn or new crackers met my eyes.I chose two crisps of quinoa snack to eat.They weren’t bad, and though I don’t … Continue reading

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Child

Our roles reversed when I was 5 years old(she didn’t notice and she won’t agree).Determining that I’d be self-controlledwas my reply to the barbarityof mother, nurses, powers over me,that overruled what should have been a hug.She’s nearly 98 but seems … Continue reading

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Parents

My parents are the ocean and the earth,though neither carries gendering or sex,or any measured motive in my birth,and don’t directly breathe. I am complexbut not confused, about what each expects –I take my lesson from the ebb and flowand … Continue reading

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Caldera Lake

I try to spot Mt Shasta when I flyfrom SFO to PDX – half-wayit makes my milestone. I couldn’t spyits loftiness in yesterday’s display.The sky was clear, but so much snowfall laybelow our path, the mountain didn’t stakeits usual command … Continue reading

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