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My Job
My Job Slobbery rubber ring coated with sand She holds it, her prize the dare in her eyes Grains on her nose globs on her chin lobs it in the air digs…
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Toastie
Toastie A lined fleece tube two feet long filled with basmati Pop it in the microwave one minute will do Under the duvet, slip it by my feet Its own…
Jan 24
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Grains
Grains Like basmati rice spilled on the counter, little truths everywhere I sweep them up and into my pocket, tiny wayfinding tools for a tangled world…
Jan 23
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my pocket of tiny tools
my pocket of tiny tools always available gathered from life’s thrust fertile grains of life's riddle I carry them everywhere— pause, take note breathe…
Jan 22
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Lilt
Lilt 2003 A week at the Abbey among Buddhist monks attuning to their rhythm: Before dawn wake-up seated meditation chanting and ceremony periods of work…
Jan 21
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In My Headlamp at Night
In My Headlamp at Night Heavy fog presses The air so wet it looks like rain, a field of misty dots I swim through Jazz doesn’t notice, doesn’t mind…
Jan 20
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Close Calls
Close Calls Rafts in rough surging, thrashing The surest, trust that water Surrender, find the way to floating best we can This is the work Let’s see…
Jan 19
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Hand to Hand
Light to Light In this ramble called life filled with sorrows, trouble my far-flung friends cast poems, like lights from hand to hand It’s how we cope…
Jan 18
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Field of the Mind
Field of the Mind Thorns grow in the field of the mind; clear them and there's no finer place.
Jan 17
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Excavation
Excavation This that we speak of can never be found by seeking, yet only seekers find it. —Al Bastami, born 804 CE This phrase haunted, lived inside my…
Jan 16
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Sending Light
Sending Light My insides go chill care for a friend who is lit up from within Unusual name, tawny skin, a man who loves men I feel curled danger…
Jan 15
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Old Dog
Old Dog 2009 On the couch, she drops her head in my lap as she has done thousands of times wanting ear rub, soft murmurings, communion. She’s old now…
Jan 14
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