Monthly Archives: November 2013

“what’s it like to have your soul truncated?”“it’s different each time”“does it grow back?”“it grows different”

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one month out

one month you are here, sweetly I woke this morning and put on Peter, Paul and Mary before I realized what today was you are threaded through my day fleetingly lovingly and it is your presence makes me cry perhaps … Continue reading

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Next year flowering here

Next year flowering here where untilled earth mounds over you now Last year wild here at your right hand where before now Zeyde lay alone   For the living, you said what we do now is for the living and … Continue reading

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each time I give them a piece of my soul and they walk away with it in their pocket.  I’m wondering if I’ll have any left by the time I find someone who’ll hand back.   I don’t miss you … Continue reading

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grief coats me so gently I don’t feel it settling then grips and won’t release I didn’t have the chance to protest being subsumed in something so huge that everything else inside me clears out to make room but my … Continue reading

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small, held within what’s much bigger love is a patchwork we are golden thread             

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fog

that first time, shrouded in six shots of vodka or so or so I remember though I forgot a lot but I can remember saying “no” “no sex” I said and later, “no” when he said a condom would ease … Continue reading

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