Writer. Demand Poet.
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my knee is swollen
twice normal. A week busy
taking care of
everyone else and
poo-pooing,
don’t hear
my body whispering.
Now, it being Sunday, the
relentless ache
turns me into
an exhausted heap of
terror.
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—
Five oatmeal bowls in the sink;
Mushy grains floating.
Instead I eat Ezekiel bread;
Spouted grains toasted.
It’s true I’ve always been
So wildly different.
— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”
—
even just the
sight of water
is enough to
slow the galloping
pony inside.
She stops
to watch the branch
touch sunny ripples and
then
hardly hears her
thunder heart over
the sweet robin
singing.
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I’m writing small … Read the rest “The sight of water – small stone”
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The phone got silent
Between us. I chopped
The cucumber and
Wondered if I’d
Lost signal. “Are you still
There?” I asked.
You answered with
Your sob.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful … Read the rest “Lost Signal – small stone”
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how you adore the
Gloomy Bear, with his
Saucer eyes, and pink
fur. You don’t
Notice that he’s
Sadistic anime with
Blood on his
Claws. I coo
Nonchalantly and
Slowly
Close that tab.
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I’m writing small stones … Read the rest “A Girl and Gloomy – small stone”