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Fullness of Days

Fullness of Days

I am old and full of days, and I know this because I get gift certificates in the mail, small bordered, blue; staccato messages to me approaching a distinctly marked age, as not like my twin’s age of 68 when her soul pierced the body’s shell and flew onward and upward, and when I had [...]

Dancing the Tunes

Dancing the Tunes

I am a woman of rich inner means, of hips which widen, and of feet which grown clumpier as the years go by. The word “dance” doesn’t call to me as it did in my younger years. At twelve, my twin Liz climbed out of a tree, swung into the back door of our twelve-room [...]

Homelessness

Homelessness

Homelessness looks like how I’m feeling about me. Sometimes homelessness looks like I’ve got it all together and know how to present the Diva in me to the world. Yes, a homeless woman can be a diva on a good day. Then, homelessness can feel and look like “Chicken Little” as in the tale of [...]

Fountain Avenue

Fountain Avenue

                Andalusia smells like saffron, stones, rosemary, and dirt. The gypsies reckon the devil lives in me and move to the other side of the square when I walk past. They make their living telling palm-carved fortunes. One binds your wrists, smiles square in your eyes, tell you [...]

Flying to Los Angeles

Flying to Los Angeles

              I am now old enough to understand the moon. We are the same type of creature, our own subtle gravity guilelessly manipulative. We reflect the Father’s light back upon creation so we may remain obscured and at least halfway in comfortable, classic black. Women slide so easily into [...]

Highlands

Highlands

This is a love poem because I was told last Thursday at a bar on 4th Street that there are only two things about which one can write: Sex and Death. Night plays tricks like low-cut Highland whiskey and great wings waiting in the fate for her cue. She steps on stage, recites his lines, [...]

Color

Color

Red as my lips Red as my cheeks Kissed by you gently to help me to sleep Red as our blood Red as the wine Red as my eyes crying on a restless night Red as my dreams Red as my fears Red as the moon when the storm is near Red as my hair Red as my [...]

Mothers Who Carry Their Own Water

Mothers Who Carry Their Own Water

When there is no well       land is parched mouth dusty       skin cracked bloody fingers plant       nourish thorn less roses that blush beauty lean into wind of change       find warmth in cold places refuse to stay stuck       lay down in assigned [...]

The Golf Course

The Golf Course

To Michael, for beginning it all, for unanticipated salvation   Until I met you, the calla lilies in a vase of grass by an arthritic stone wall were nothing more than something beautiful. So the dog shadowing within a broken hinged gate, open, as, over there, two pigeons tromped at the mud before hurtling into [...]

Dream of You

Dream of You

There’s nothing written in the stars, I’ve not experienced the beyond; there’s only this ache in my heart but that will be gone, when I’m gone. There’s only lost thoughts in the air, random emotions haunting me. There’s only sadness and despair; I’m swimming in a lonely sea. I cannot spot that peaceful shore where [...]

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