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To Capture a Whisper

July 15, 2011

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“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” and let me write for you for a lifetime and use all the ink I can find to try to tell you what I hardly have the mechanics to express. (Even when I’m trying!) A new dawn of love is rising over our little white […]

Jonquils

July 5, 2011

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it's that word that you keep using-- like we are dancers and you somehow invited me out onto the floor. these paper (and glass) birds won't save us anymore from our reasons and you can pick me all the jonquils you want! but i will still hear the thump of my cast on the floor […]

“I don’t want to go into my dreams, thank you very much.”

February 14, 2011

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“if I say art doesn’t come from the mind, it comes from the place you dream, you may say, ‘well, I wake up screaming in the night. I don’t want to go into my dreams, thank you very much. I don’t want to go into that white-hot center; I’ve spent my life staying out of […]

The Day I Went to the Wedding

November 10, 2009

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Everything that morning was white and grey, even the plants showed up in their palest for an April wedding. My chest bones ache when I wake up, stretched after a night of being curled in sleepless blinking. A man walked up to me with tears in his hands that were larger than snowfalls, smaller than […]

Fishing for Pennies

November 9, 2009

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You stand in line fishing change out of the oceans of your purse. As you fumble for a fourth penny you blame your habit on an aunt who once cooked a meal for an army of men that was never there. Her house makes you cry. It’s been locked for years but we all bet […]

The Window Washer

November 30, 2007

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Lengthen your life like a shadow A blue one that creeps into a quiet Greek cafe on Sunday afternoon Lengthen your life and shorten how time goes by Make poems last longer and the bittersweet transform quicker into beauty A slow afternoon Watching worlds pass by A window washer taking the February afternoon one gust […]