NYC
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On the Evening Train
On the evening train,rocking, rattling in darkness,escaping the confines of the city:old man scowling at the business section of the paper;weary woman staring at the floor after a day of changing sheets and wiping out tubs;young man with tattooed sleeves meeting rebounding glances… Continue reading
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Take a Break
"Take a break," I suggest to God,who looks as ragged as a bitchgiving birth to her 12th litter of pups. "Have you seen my inbox?" God asks."Never been so full:demands, rants, requests for healing,so much anguish,so many crushed hearts–it's overwhelming!Where… Continue reading
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Misplacing My Heart
Once again,I have misplaced my heart.Did I leave it on the bar at the Tipsy Parson?in the pew at church?in the hotel room on my last business trip? I risk it for greed,for the possibility of love,for the need to… Continue reading
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Puzzle Piece
I am the missing pieceof a nearly completed puzzle.I've walked through hall after hall,stopped at table after table,scanned jigsaw after jigsawhoped for the possiblity of fitting in,and yet… Have you worked with a puzzle,struggling with a piece you know belongs… Continue reading
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For This We Yearn
"Listen to me!" It is for this we yearn, yes? "See me!" It is for this we yearn, yes? "I matter!" It is for this we yearn, yes? And even those of us–the published,the sought after,the elected, selected, sanctioned–we all… Continue reading
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Two Great Instructors
Throughout lifeI have been taughtin tandemby two great instructors–grief and amazement. These may be,in actuality,the only two teachersI'll ever haveor ever need. What have you learnedthat has not comethrough loss? What have you learnedthat has not comethrough wonder? Text and… Continue reading
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When One Writes a Poem
initially you just vomit on the pagethe body mind heart psychedumping pumping purgingthe undigested mixtureof potential toxinsout through the pen tipjust to be rid of itjust to keep it from being absorbed unheeded unsortedinto the organs and limbs and life… Continue reading
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Lot’s Wife
So there she stands, saline statuary, salt-lick sculpture… Continue reading