Poetry

But You Don’t
for Christmasyou can have a raincheckan IOU for the things we’d doif you felt anything at all for me. Portrait credit: Nelson Jaimes

A Spinning Wheel
Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, what you didn’t do, what you look like, how old you are, any of it. Nothing matters at all. You have no control. Your parents don’t love you. No one loves you, not the actual you, the scared child, the terrified adult. The…

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Only the wrens dare get close land on the table puff out their chests observe and flit flit and observe Their activity contrasts your lethargy soaking up the slanted rays of the  Autumn sun different than before. You are here now like you were then only you guess at the…

Soul Moves West Upon Death of Body
“In Abenaki tradition, souls move west upon the death of the body.” You used to dream, big open spaces and the mountains stretching out forever. The west. Always the west. It was your first love. Where you got married. The ocean, blue expanse, the cliffs and switchbacks, Redwoods reaching high…

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