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I woke up from a nap with this poem on my mind. Sometimes, that's all it takes to press "post."
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The first time she cried for joy
For my middle daughter.
Jan 14
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It’s too much like a flood, this grief
How do we bear it?
Jan 13
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Crime scene
I wrote the bulk of this poem when I was about 41. I'm now 48. Despite HRT and tests and ultrasounds, my period is worse each month. Welcome to my…
Jan 11
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Three figures in dim light
I’m trying to catch up on Substack now that winter break is over, including a third ekphrastic challenge by Melanie Bettinelli of “Singing, each to…
Jan 9
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Grief, New Year's Eve
When you are sad, everything can seem like a sign.
Jan 8
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Holy ocean
I don't really know where I'm going with this poem. But let's go there anyway.
Jan 5
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I map my life with movies
A repost/revision for today. Happy New Year, friends.
Jan 1
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