Tag Archives: loss

easter miss – March 27

3.27.2016 [easter miss] dry tired face belying festive garb   follower of a dead noble leader   that misses the move, the rise, the difference.   and with it the joy. ——————

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speaking truth – July 11

7.11.2015 she lived with pain for years until a real love came.   now gone there is grief at too quick an end   yet the heights spoke truth. —————-

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gone – October 9

10.9.2014 I turned around and they were gone   as if snatched in the rapture   and only we the depraved were left   feeling hollow. ————————

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a face behind glass – June 19

6.19.2014 orange jumpsuit face behind glass voice through a phone to allay and let pass   facts. story. life lines of least and of worry. lawyerly motions so swiftly to bury   at age sixty two is life now so … Continue reading

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friends pass – June 9

6.9.2014 friends pass sometimes because the cancer caught up to them   some because they stuck a needle into their arm one too many times and the heroin got ‘em   some simply dropped one day in the library stacks … Continue reading

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out into the world – April 23

4.23.2014 wandering wandering the house seems vacant as if meaning took a powder when the book was finished   like having a baby who then grows up and says bye bye without actually saying it   gone. empty. space. out … Continue reading

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epiphany 2 – January 6

1.6 wisdom written upon the sky is what they followed, best minds, hearts atuned to a pattern in the universe.   the clouds at evening now stretch like a dark puzzle, spaces pushing light through the edges asking to be … Continue reading

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a stocky little body – September 1

9. 1 a stocky little body of a boy climbs into my lap touching places of memory.   I still know how to ride a bike read the book and talk about Mr. Peppers and his cat who loves orangesickles. … Continue reading

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