Poetry

The Lesson of the Heike

The Lesson of the Heike

Of the four great elements, water, fire and wind are perennial sources of affliction, but the earth does not ordinarily trouble us. He lies in wait all your lifeUnder your feet, a firm foundation.When you fall to your knees,in prayer or griefHe holds you up, salvation.You build a house, you find a wifeChildren run on…

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Emotional Support Dog?

I was an emotional support child.

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The One Thing I Always Knew

Was that no one would ever love me No one would choose me. And it turned out I was right all along.

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Two Minutes

The clearing of a throat to say nothing at all The flipping of a paper  Written  unread Words unheard Thoughts unsaid

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Your Brain

The brain is always trying to make sense of nonsense 

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Now

Now

It is winter now. You can tell because the chimneys proclaim that a new season has begun.The scent of burning pinion rests in the air, even though snow hasn't fallen.The chill in the mornings bites uncovered ears and blushes my cheeks as I collect the firewood. It is winter now. You can tell because the…

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Beget-me-not

With the parents he had, What kind of father would he be? Beget-me-not and prove you love me And you love yourself too.

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The Last One

You are the last cigarette I’ll smoke Before I quit tomorrow  Like I’ve had  So many times before. You’re the half cup of coffee Left in the carafe Because I don’t need To make another pot. You’re one more episode Or chapter of the book Before I close my eyes And curl up to dream.…

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The Free Adult

My child is graduating this May and has been profoundly changed by four years at St. John’s. I sent a child to Annapolis and the adult that is graduating is someone I am awed by, inspired by and am proud to send out into the world with certainty of a purpose filled, meaningful and happy…

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Germinate

With seeds thrown all around on fallow groundMy tears water The poison of the ground doesn’t germinate love

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