I stopped writing about people.I gave them up for a wildflower.Since I made up those people anyway,They are none the wiser.You can’t ghost ghosts.(In fact,…
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The challenge of interpretation: To convey the relevance of an old story That simply may no longer be relevant, Supposing that times have changed And…
Comments closedIn final form it is a cube, Constructed of rugged pressed paper Adhered by glue to another like paper— Although this one is fashioned into…
Comments closedPlace it in a food processor outfitted with the ‘S’ blade. Pulse repeatedly to break down the bigger pieces. Scrape down the sides Then run…
Comments closedThree nights of good sleep, Twenty years in the making, Routines adopted and abandoned Scattered behind me on the road to Dreamland. So much anxious…
Comments closedIf it all really is a dream Within a dream— However many dreams deep— And I am recognized by a man Who remembers selling me…
Comments closedFriends, coming to my home. I prepare days ahead, My innate and insuppressible organizational skills Elbowing one another for priority. One friend told me she…
Comments closedI admire her persistence. I am lying down, She is sitting beside me. This arrangement is her idea. She’s cheerful and chatty And full of…
Comments closedI keep seeing people I think I know. And I can’t catalog the awkwardness of the moments. That slight pause: Did we part on good…
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