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The Rabbit in the Moon

The Rabbit in the Moon
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“If you were to name the man in the moon,” I once asked my children, “what would you name him?” “David,” answered my daughter, who was cultivating a white-hot obsession for the actor David Duchovny. “Igor,” said her brother, who had recently discovered the joys of Stravinsky. I shook my head. “My vote’s for Cheshire.” […]

Primal Scene

Primal Scene

The church my family attended in our medium-sized, Midwestern town held an annual mother/daughter banquet. Every woman was expected to volunteer. My mother was a teacher and breadwinner before the feminist movement gave her permission; it wasn’t like her to make a casserole or decorate the church basement. She was a writer and had studied […]

Quixote and Me

Quixote and Me

By the time you read this the caballeros of Altadena will long be gone, done leaning back on their homeward mounts, done clip-clop climbing the too narrow sidewalks north of Lincoln near the stables toward Castillo, done telling code of crisp days coming. Clip clop, the sound for clocks, knock-knock jokes, a slow castanets, hoofs […]

Dragoon Mountain Dreams

Dragoon Mountain Dreams

I. I am running, breathing Fast and climbing, the Pebbles underfoot scattering in echo of genetic memories carried in the wishful capillaries That sting with child sweat And desert dust in the Texas Canyon not far from the Dragoon Mountains along the Interstate that flings us, Me, my father, sometimes A carload with three or […]

Asleep Awake

Asleep Awake

We sleep and wake inside our dreams take leavings from our ancestor’s table stories that feed our hunger   uncertain dreams \telegraph clues questions linger road ahead welcomes sky offers rainbow portal   write the journey.     Copyright © Gerda Govine Ituarte ~~~ Gerda Govine Ituarte’s publication, Oh, Where Is My Candle Hat?, is a […]

ADHD: An Honest List of Fears & Confessions

ADHD: An Honest List of Fears & Confessions

1. I fear that my legacy will be an unfinished poem. like the ones that fill my notebook; I don’t want to look back and see that I could’ve been so much more than I turned out to be.   2. My life is a series of almost’s. I fear that I will never know […]

Field of Poppies

Field of Poppies

I am the light that lives in me. The only voice I need tonight is here inside. Travis Dow, The Light That Lives   “Let’s go for a ride and show your mom the desert. April is the best time to see the poppies.” My husband Ralph was excited. I was tired. My head ached. […]

Sorrow Tree

Sorrow Tree

Like a tree spills sap, I spill sorrow. My leaves, mussed by erratic, unknowable winds, grow studded with crystalline droplets of rain until the weight of it is too much for even the branch to bear. Until, one by one, each leaf drops, each tear falls – watering the roots that ripple like a river […]

The Deflowering of Silence

The Deflowering of Silence

I. I don’t think I like you much. For starters, you have me at a disadvantage. I am not at all used to sitting at the dining hall table, on a bench beneath a tree, or beside a brook amongst tall grasses wearing not a stitch – not one! Although I suppose we could skinny […]

Every Man an Immigrant

Every Man an Immigrant

Back home on Long Island my father’s family of origin knew within an Irish radius of 20 miles where his family had come from. A one-room straw and mud house tipping it’s roof hat to passersbys, half in the main road, halfway uphill, halfway to Roscrea, County Tipperary, halfway to the coast. Somehow it didn’t […]

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