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Feverish
Feverish Sick, home in bed had a feverish dream— Our teacher assigned daydreaming our most important task She said not knowing is fine, not to feel bad…
Aug 6
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Amrita Skye Blaine
9
6
2
Long Overdue Conversation
Long Overdue Conversation Mom came to visit my new home At forty, I finally asked the question squirming for twenty years When I was young, why didn’t…
Jul 6
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Amrita Skye Blaine
13
17
1
Mothering
Mothered by Mothering My mother missed knowing me unwilling to see beyond what she didn't understand I knew to do it differently, not dismiss Bird's…
May 31
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Amrita Skye Blaine
12
17
2
Learning to Play at Eighty
Learning to Play at Eighty As a young child I drew, painted, modeled clay hunted for fossils, swung on vines— ran free in acres, woods Then bore a son…
May 24
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Amrita Skye Blaine
21
14
That Moment
That Moment 1959 Warm-laden mid-west humidity, the oak’s broad canopy evening outdoor gala party lights shimmer My older brother, finally, his friend…
May 13
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Amrita Skye Blaine
8
4
2
Three voices
Three Voices (after Alicia Ostriker) I’m scared, I’m afraid can anyone help? pleaded five-year-old me We are meant to fly Come, find your wings said the…
May 6
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Amrita Skye Blaine
8
3
1
Change
Today I begin my fifth year of writing a poem every day. It's a wonderful practice.
May 4
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Amrita Skye Blaine
15
14
1
Windfresh
Windfresh Whipping in the chill sunshine stiff and windfresh, the sheets are hard to catch I’m too short to reach the pins, but help Anna find the…
Apr 16
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Amrita Skye Blaine
5
2
1
Minnesota Winter
Minnesota Winter 1967 Deep into January motors chugging, parked in front of some homes 15 below, engine blocks would crack if not kept warm I walked to…
Mar 6
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Amrita Skye Blaine
5
1
1
The Rush
The Rush 1953 Trailing behind my big brother, his boasting friends into the dark wood the edge of a deep ravine oaks sporting thick grape vines…
Mar 4
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Amrita Skye Blaine
9
5
2
Blindside
Blindside eleven years old 8 AM, the smarting Mom, French-braiding my hair eyes watering from the pain, each time, I complained. She dragged me to her…
Feb 27
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Amrita Skye Blaine
6
4
1
Leave some time aside
Leave some time aside for doing what looks like nothing. As my eleven-year-old eyes rested on maple trees far side of the hockey field outside the…
Feb 26
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Amrita Skye Blaine
7
2
1
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