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Memory
Wisdom of a T-Ball Game
Bat in hand, helmet on head. Come, be on deck with me. Remember, you gotta be baseball ready. Batter up, glove down. Yes, you get to do the same thing over and over again; that’s the wonderful thing about baseball.
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Over-Planned Community
The stain smells sorta like a pine, but every grape can’t be pressed to wine.
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Green, Green Grass
Songshine’s WWYT #6 asks us to share a song that we heard from our grandparents. I learned many, many songs from my grandparents, but I sing this particular song to my daughter in the evenings now, subbing in her name. I remember my grandmother playing and singing this song many times. Picking blackberries and working […]
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School Days
This week’s WWYT #5 asks everyone to share a song that they associate with their school days. For me, it has to be Tori Amos’ “Crucify Yourself.” In the 7th grade, my best friend Cena put “Little Earthquakes”on during our first sleepover. Hearing her album was like finding a musical best friend. Since, I’ve shared […]
MoreThe Venetian Face
The Venetian face is fadedlampshades of blushing pinkbuildings trimmed in handmade lacehide rotted wood beneath. Antique glass-blown cheeksVenetian lilac window panesboarded up when day is done.turn turquoise when it rains.
MoreHigh-Risk American
I’m a high-risk American,a potential embarrassment to my country,serving fifteen years with chalk-dusted fingers.Compassion stings like a vaccine no one will takedue to fear of authority or god’s wrath.
MoreHow to Cut an Apple
“You can’t cut into an applewithout shining it a bit.”Grandpa pulled his handkerchief,polished the heart-shaped fruitthen gave it to me to twist the stem;our walk along the river’s rim.
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TWT-Story
Waterfalls are story webs, wisps of silvery thread spinning the yarn of generational streams, resifted through the earth’s eroding palms. Be sure to check out my other recent waterfall poem: After-Hours Avalanche Seerenbach Falls, Switzerland, photo courtesy of Photography 314. This piece was prepared for Bulbul’s Twenty Word Tuesday Challenge Week #33. Join us!
MoreAn Ill-Advised Plunge
I lost two toenails on my first honeymoon. I would go on to lose much more in that marriage, but it started with the loss of one last name and then two toenails, ripped right out by the angst of a tough tide in the Papagayo Peninsula of Costa Rica.
MorePost-Partum
We are the three swaddled onestrying to learn the walls of our new cocoon.Raising up fists to feel the limitsof our own imaginations.
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