Monthly Archives: February 2014

soft pink clouds

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soft
pink
clouds
wisps
wisping away
a summer breeze
i forgot to call my own
a short sweater
i once owned
green leaves
a single dream
soon
she says
as i begin
to shake–

Drawings

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drawing a white line
on a blank piece of paper
i saw what i could be and
what i did not want to be
so i
crumpled it up
and started again
drawing the innermost me:
a long, flowing dress
a large, simple rose–

if the pencil broke
i sharpened it
if i didn’t like the face
i erased it
when i was done,
i was happy,
so
i signed my name
and gave my gift
of me
to
you.

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Divine Alchemy (or Everything will turn out okay)

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Divine alchemy
resting on the shores of the placenta

The child looks up to the new organ
the only creation she sees for nine full months
in awe of
this magical tree of life,
sprouting
pink, red, pulsating, bloody, veined nutritious glory
for you–

like a tiny elephant in the womb,
we’ll all bask in its nourishment

until
violently
gently
naturally
we are
(you will be)
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trusting in the sacred process
trusting in the holy communion
trusting that
everything
everything
everything
will turn out simply
and lusciously
o
kay–

Mr. Holbrook

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Synchronicity abounds
this weekend
in dreamy Pisces
I still see glimmers of you
images here and there
conjuring up in my mind’s eye
your soul
awakening and reawakening

You called my husband too
to take pictures of you
of things you loved–
Walls covered in love graffiti
warm, bright days
and blue skies with soft, white clouds–
Sometimes your voice and your
messages are so clear
we know what to do
and when to do it

Other times
we’re not so sure.
We don’t “currently”
have enough
access to the
ancient knowledge
or wisdom of the sages–
something you probably
have in your spiritual
back pocket by now
What were you trying to tell us
this past weekend?
Did I miss something
in the sacred hallway
or is everything just so
is everything
just right?

And your Dawn keeps awakening
in man to another
reality
This one here, just an illusion
Caught in between
two worlds
we saw another way
out
we saw
a sliver of
hope–

Illusions

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Curly hair
Exposed for too long
I want to hide in an old
Brown paper bag
With no slits for eyes
Or holes for ears
Because I refuse to see
The face you make at me
Or hear the words
You say
Imagined or
Real.

Yoga Baby

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Yoga mat
yoga baby
baby yoga
love you
baby

Shore of My Heart

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I only stared
at the wreckage of
Hurricane Sandy
through an 11×17
framed print
hanging in a museum

and frame after frame
my heart swelled up
overlapping with tears
The bitterness in me washed away
like your memories or
your front door
and I couldn’t watch it anymore

Painful moments almost akin to 9/11
so, I walked out the gallery door
and on to the next one–

Holden Caulfield

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Standing on the edge
of the frozen
Central Park Reservoir
I
forgot where the
ducks go in winter
but
I
remembered
that I love this city
as
I
affectionately gazed
at the massive buildings
so close but
so far away–

NYC Instant

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Familiar smells of
the underground
filling up my nostrils
as I jog up the metal
stairs
at 42nd street
Times Square
I can’t remember what
it is for a moment–
Sifting through the
file cabinet that is
my memory–
And we’ve decided it’s
popcorn
Yes,
it’s popcorn
and something from the
90’s
A warm, bittersweet
memory
coming back for
a NYC instant
just to say
“Hello.”