TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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SHADOW AND LIGHT

At 22, I knew as much of myself As the exotic world I’d just found With streets willing me To walk them Witness them And be wooed by them. My twenties Had typically emerged As a decade to be a no one; An empty slate to be carved upon Before my thirties would find me […]

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The Judgment of the Shadows

Did we smile at each other, At least, at all, Before the bond broke That day, that morning, After the dawn rose In all its innocence, Imperceptive Of how it would part us, Ignorant of the virtue you’d lost And the sadness it would cost.     And did you feel the judgment of the […]

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Sunday Morning Rituals/Yesterday Once More

From your bedroom This morning, This ordinary Sunday morning In September As I holidayed at home And watched from the window The saucy shadow of winter Teasing the sun’s final rays from the garden, The scent of your hairspray came Floating through the air And transported me Through a lifetime of living To that other […]

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