Tag Archives: letting go

an empty hole – March 16

3.16.2017 an empty hole stands sits, what do holes do, where I thought we’d built something.   you only get the time that you are there.   it’s okay. ——————

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interior work – March 8

3.8.2017 [interior work: reflections on a dream] he slides his hand into the jacket pocket an envelope partly folded, holding directions he no longer wants to follow   burdens, laid on by connection to connection that need letting go of. … Continue reading

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the anxiety of grown children – June 20

6.20,2016 the anxiety of grown children   so many choices to make and you have to step   away. =================

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noticing – June 19

6.19.2016 the lilac smell is sweet close up to my nostrils as I raise on tiptoe to their aroma   it’s a dark night the street empty but for my love and I out to gaze after nothing   we … Continue reading

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beds now empty – February 27

2.27.2016 beds now empty we move tables chairs rugs desks   adjusting steps for playing the next game. ———————-

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crazy fatigue – October 19

10.19.2015 crazy fatigue anxious achings the touches of decision time   when will, how will, what about, never ever, never god….   crazy fatigue for the sake of relaxing for the sake of sabbath   oh my. ——————

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lay away – September 30

9.30.2015 I put the toy to rest emptying its tank resetting the battery tucking all away for another season.   left to lie fallow. —————

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poems come – March 25

3.25.2015 poems come when they want to   or when the writer opens a vein to let them in ————

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Irish tapestry – January 28

Irish tapestry greens, reds, deep golds, against a forest wall   home of our homes before we knew that the old country was lost   and so started again across the sea. —————

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old friends – August 21

8.21.2014 a few old friends went away today. the bed we made babies in the car that taught our boys the way home.   inanimate. metal. wood. and wire. stuffing. only stuff.   and yet they were friends.   godspeed. … Continue reading

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