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Measured

Measured The moment we emerge, we are measured. Days and months chart our appropriate or inappropriate growth. School days drag us from bed too early, end too late. Wall clocks stare. Learn this: Never enough, Never enough, never enough time. Good worker … Continue reading

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Vision Without Sight

          Vision Without Sight Blindly I touch, listen, stumble about, a lid removed from my being. Spines of tree. Solid, rough. Something spongy I dare say feels green. What is this? A whisper of leaves. Smooth … Continue reading

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On The Cusp

On The Cusp Who am I? Where do I belong? All I am is on the cusp. Two parent cells become the zygote become the embryo Become the fetus become the infant expelled From the womb. The toddler, child, teen, … Continue reading

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Prudent

Prudent, Prudence, Dear Prudence, The Beatles, Great Britain, Brexit, European Union, Berlin, Hamburg, family lineage, family spring vacation I am not joining because it is prudent for me to stay at home to make prudent end meet prudent end. Prudent prunes, … Continue reading

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Pause

Pause Fold into yourself like fresh-washed linen. Place your weight on the ground. Be a stone. Wait. Listen to breath ebb, Flow, ebb, flow. Let ocean of air launder your spirit. Nothing, nowhere to be. Clouds above, Moss below. All … Continue reading

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Recognition

Recognition Not knowing what to do with so many tears, I walked to the mother of all maples, Planted myself before her great trunk, tilted my head back and looked through time. I spoke a few words to the dark, … Continue reading

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Free Write on an Unwritten Page

The child’s wings are nearly formed. Halfway to 100, I stare at an ocean, a mirror, an unwritten page. I see I have mastered nothing I have been told is necessary. Language of intimate partnership, Fluency in economic excess, Ownership … Continue reading

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