Monthly Archives: September 2013

I burned the pictures/but kept the poems

I burned the pictures but kept the poems I remember an Amish funeral procession after some horrid violence A line of wagons pulled by horses the mourning folk, in black dress Time-stand-still faces wore dark glasses lending an unintentional chic … Continue reading

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Namaste, y’all!

Yeah, I’m doing yoga now, so I say cool things like that. Actually, we really do say that at the end of class. (Minus the “y’all.”) Most of you are familiar with the word and its meanings. In our yoga … Continue reading

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Say “ahhh”

My sister and I stumbled into a conversation about End Times. She, assuming I agreed with her, made her statement about it. I, deciding whether to remind her I’m of a different camp, paused for a moment. Do we really … Continue reading

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Whistle blower

I am not a superstitious person. I walk under ladders, on purpose. I welcome black cats who cross my path. I clean up broken mirrors without counting forward seven years. And I don’t think anything I do, or wear, or … Continue reading

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9/11, again

But what if I don’t want to remember? What if I want to forget? What if I get a sick feeling every time I see those planes hit those buildings? What if I’d rather think about something else? And what … Continue reading

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