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Category: Poetry

  • my daughter myself

    looking at old photosi am shockedat how alike we seem you are your own woman now(as you always have been?) i hope that you canbe stronger than i ever wasburn more brightly than i ever didbe kinder than i ever thought of beingbring your dreams to fruition practice patiencewalk with grace i hope you continueto…

  • son

    i see you in reruns of specific moments tipping forward suddenly bumping your nose carpet burn crawling tenaciously from one end of grampa’s picnic table to the other sleeping contentedly in a backpack while your father breaks a trail through grizzly country ponytail your cape lifted on the breeze standing atop the hill arms raised…

  • my wish

    oh my daughters… how i wish for you intimate connections to sisters to mothers to friends to kindred spirits that you may never be lonely oh my daughters how i wish for you the strong mothering bond the sweet comfort of babe in arms the serenity of knowing your children love and respect you but…

  • thanksgiving

    certain smells take me back to walker hill. thanksgiving was women bustling, fussing sage and thyme mellowed in hot butter, filling the house with scent turkey basted again and again pungent scent of onions, raw, peeled, diced sweet tiny onions simmering on the stove and oh, the stuffing… sage again and spiced sausage all about…

  • zen of genealogy ii

    before computers my father’s uncle and two cousins (once removed) spent hours traveling researching logging names by hand strenuously typing correcting retyping revising everyone in our family has photos films documents letters memories (still inside skulls) grand-uncle has an archive but whether it’s filed away or squirreled away remains to be seen speaking of squirrels…