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on turning eighty
on turning eighty I’m careening toward an unknown end dawn rolls into evening loops into daybreak again time is not fixed it stretches and shrinks…
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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intuitive urge
an ekphrastic playful poem
Nov 19
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salt tastes just the same
salt tastes just the same hot day weeding the garden, sweat pouring or weeping, lifelong friend gone the cut deep— salt, the same immediate sharp clean
Nov 18
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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quench
quench Be thirsty a thirst that insists requires quenching this is primary Our spirits are pining for home Home is not lost not a family farm It has no…
Nov 17
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come clean
come clean Sunlight is disinfectant for shame. —Nadia Bolz-Weber Suffering, all of us— unavoidable—have a body, your frame feels pain there’s a price…
Nov 16
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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remember,
remember, to surrender to too many demands is to succumb to violence.
Nov 15
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Hope
Hope In the center of my chest friendly, warming like sleepy tea sliding down my throat in late evening Giddy in my belly gentle wings fluttering or…
Nov 14
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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grief in old age
grief in old age a feathered thing beats its wings— I hear it fly in, come to rest sometimes it brings tears other times wistfulness or melancholy stays…
Nov 13
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not yet the end of the story
not yet the end of the story left arm aching like heartbreak weight pulsing, jangling begging to be the center of everything I dread reaching but it’s…
Nov 12
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Selkie
Selkie Captured on land my skin stolen I long to swim slick in the sea heave onto sand swelter in sun But I’m stuck in this human form requiring swaths…
Nov 11
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thankful
thankful The sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice. —Wisława Szymborska We may arrive improvised, but…
Nov 10
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Baptism
Baptism In a sanctuary that seats 600 for mass, fourteen people gather in love, holding my Buddhist son as the priest’s dog Tucker, wanders A simple…
Nov 9
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