Category: Journal
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21 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a haibun) How did these things receive such absolute names. Adam. Eve. Eden. My mother was always naming things. She would say “Wear the bee dress,” I was stung by a wasp whilst wear it. She had secret names for things, too. Whipper-snapper was…
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19 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (Loire Valley) The I In It Look at the colours, he says. And summer has leathered the landscape, sugar beets pulled from the soil, and we drive through kilometres of wind turbines turning slow and lazy. The colours could fuel a fire. Sing choirs of sparrows in the…
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9 September: A Memory
Grandmother Her hair turned a snowy tint,but in her eyes was a lookdawn gives to blue flowers. Today, I’ll have sweet milky teaand rolls with jam and cheese,and I will remember her … Happy birthday, Grandmother.
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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7 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The Y In Fly A Meadow of Stars Tell me aboutthe atoms that your wings sharewith the windwith the starsand sunand moon,and tell me aboutwhen you fly in wider and widercircles across the sky … are you my speck of lighta meadow of starsin another world. Some artwork…
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5 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The U In Thunder Orchestra It’s so close that her hands feelit prowling her edges.She feels the pressure of its gripa sleight-of-hand drop of rain. And she opens her handand invites its heart into hers.This sky-bound electrical blipthis quarrel with equilibrium. And she is too damned happy. Written…
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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1 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The A In Waiting Waiting For The 101 Bus I know a woman,who feels half my age,who tells herselfshe’ll know when the time’s right,when this round’s over, but nothing changes –Tuesdays, Tuesdays,same bus stop, same time,same twelve strides from the corner,she’s looking down the road, but nothing changes,she…
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30 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (Revised)
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I in Time It was a few weeks ago, over lunch. Talking about when we were young, old times and that the world seemed easier back then, although it wasn’t. Less complicated, maybe. Our husbands worked together. Wives supported each other when our insular world turned bleak,…
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26 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week – (a Cadralor poem) The Y In Wildfire I.August was a dry kiss of long thirstThe lean arm of a branch and root II.A dark sprawling road with no shelterfrom the torch of fire or crawling sun III.Summer’s short lived empire forgetsthe ways of a desert’s cruel trap…
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