Category Archives: Writing

Precomposition

Six days from now I’ll journey to the north(when this is posted, I’ll be one day there,arising from an air bed, first of fourthsunrises, forecast mild, okay air).I’ll be away from home – the trade is fair:my privacy for love … Continue reading

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A Brief Note

Haven’t written today. If I had it would beperhaps on the way my home’s precious to me.Though it may be cliche to pursue privacy,if asked I would say here I’m perfectly free.

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Quad Pad

Quad-ruled has been my paper choice for years –canary yellow if available.The quarter inch of grid-marking endearsit to my eye and renders flexiblethe layout of a flowchart or a list.It’s doodle-useful and invites my pen,but lately marketing has made a … Continue reading

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Hiding in Plain Sight

Eleven years ago, when I began,I fretted it would take up too much timeresponding to each comment from a fan(I thought that ere I ever published rhyme).My daughter laughed – she knew how thin the scan,reminding me a poem won’t … Continue reading

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Begging for Edit

I meant to post a Magic 9 last week.I set it up and put it on the chart,but rising on its day I had to tweaka pair of lines – I couldn’t make it partof what’s become an I-can’t-stop-it streak,for … Continue reading

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Book Report

My problem with a lot of books these days,at least the ones the Kindle hawks to me,has less to do with failure to amazethan the extent of the banality.Not only do I know too frequentlythe words I’ll see before I … Continue reading

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Motivation

Of course I wouldn’t write you to offend;I didn’t send that text to criticize.Why were you so inclined to cringe, distendthe tone to judge, and fire those repliesall self-reflective, immature, unwise?I’m not a type or version on a shelf.As much … Continue reading

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

I’m looking for a water leak, but I don’t have the keys.I’m urging other folks to speak, by email, writing “please.”But I of five am still alone – the others won’t affordthe time to work on their own home – … Continue reading

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Worst First

I save the best for last when I’m alone.That may be evidence my toddler needswere not well met. I’m old. I have no boneto pick with folks no longer here or well,but if I could, I’d take the fattest sconethe … Continue reading

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Pearls

Was it my birth order? I was the first.Or does she have contempt for edgy girls?I know she loved us all, but I was cursedwith sexist expectations, given pearlsI never wanted, mocked for thoughtful aims,told that as I grew I’d … Continue reading

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