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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Gingersnaps
Gingersnaps 1953 The dough must chill before it can be rolled, a wearisome wait for a child paid off with a cookie-cutter galaxy of stars, crescents…
Feb 23
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Remembrance Stone
Remembrance Stone 1978 The stone is heavy, pitted So many secrets weighted you, your drinking most loaded Although your heart failed massive and sudden…
Feb 22
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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You're Not a Blaine If You Don't Like Gravy
You’re Not a Blaine If You Don’t Like Gravy So I don’t belong. Puzzling and scary to my 3-foot-tall self Whose family do I belong to?
Feb 4
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Tanka
Tanka his touch a moth wing kiss grazes my lips now faintest mist gone, never to return
Feb 3
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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the beach, the wind
the beach, the wind and I’m hunched over trying to wipe a grain from my eye weeping, weeping its own good sense to wash out the offender can’t see, too…
Jan 26
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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