Amrita Skye Blaine, author and poet

Amrita Skye Blaine, author and poet

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wood sorrel
wood sorrel thousands bowing their lemon heads in fields, on roadsides grateful for rain thankful for soil opening for sun like tiptoeing past prayerful…
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close miss
close miss yesterday eighty today chill fifty-six mercurial March we stroll under cherries and plums, pink-and-white cumulus clouds tingling with bees…
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today's sermon
today’s sermon sea of daffodils done, the old falling away now flush with fat iris burgeoning baby leaves on our weeping Japanese maple, new life…
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gossip
gossip her nose flares wide sucking in what clings lily-clump news— Shadow was here, Fluff and Ricky, too when I nudge her along snout buried deep she…
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motorcycle
motorcycle loud, demanding the day revs the task list grows little boxes waiting for checkmarks the insistent pull hard to sink down into the well where…
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unbreak
unbreak my heart rent by plunder our dying planet, the rise of tyranny again stacked on top typical travails— accidents illness, loss it’s a load…
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scrub
scrub lifelong work, scrubbing with a fresh cloth buff the smudges every one until it’s clear life is messy start again window of my heart
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that moment
that moment 1992 sitting alone on the deck massaging our wolfhound— my long-sought-after buddy, his rich wiry fur, eyebrow tufts and beard 150 pounds…
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it could be
it could be The world could be otherwise.
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refuge
refuge suspended a gentle sway at the top of a Ferris wheel the wait I’ve learned to trust down deep is safe this inner space quiet’s way outside of…
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trying to convey
trying to convey The very foundation of interhuman discourse is misunderstanding.
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galloping in place
galloping in place 1953 I lined them up in tiny groups delicate, ceramic three wild manes one tail streaming a mended leg three galloping one rearing…
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