to the author belongs the alterations do not mess with my punctuation says emily d clothed in white to mourn her father’s death reclusive imprisoned some might say I might envy her writing monastery night visions sang to her like…
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they tease and swirl never show the path just hint at the strength of their destruction while millions cower in fear of the power of loss and the loss of power as wind and water join forces should we who…
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so I tried to explain making kugel to my 91 year old mom what new year? why don’t you work tomorrow? Oy still she wanted to try it a good recipe crosses all barriers kugel in German means bullet sometimes…
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folks call them trumpet plants because the flower is long and thin expanding into a bell like a miles davis trumpet they irregularly blossom throughout the year as a gift in shades of white toward pink and orange tonight in dim…
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darling darkness comforts while light sears exacerbated by fears so calm heals time to slow down let a sabbath rule life is not a duel let’s play and run away from the sun towards night’s embrace life is not a…
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Each afternoon From noonish on Our darkened skies throw out thunderbolts Shake out windows Scare our cats. I leave the dish-washing for later. I thank Zeus For greenery refreshed For flowers perking up And spirits powering up again.
Yes, we know about sound waves, The physics of measurement Oscillations moving about Unseen but touching our ears Emotive experience shaped By brain waves Yet the meanings Make us move: Soft words Whispered Or shouted Moving lovers Pushing armies And…
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Something isn’t sitting right With what I’m trying to do tonight. This music’s not for dancing’s bright And playful and electric light. No, it’s rough denial’s bight That’s looped around my body, tight; A rope I can’t ignore, must fight,…
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I know there were always flowers by the back fence Dandelions, bluebells, nightshade, in my childish reckoning, at least I don’t know if anyone joined me in my weeding I don’t know if memories of being chased along the entirety…
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Your labor does not stop once classes end; No bell nor clock can bid you to relax. Past exit, you still thoughtful garden tend: Imaginary lessons kept or axed. I’ll grant that this career deserves such care; The world depends…
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