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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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Migration
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The crescent moon cradles Venus, you who have flown south south-east; I wave a scarf at the horizon where you disappeared. The flute quiets the transplanted soul…
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Emergency Poem
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This is the poem to carry with you for emergencies, like the spare batteries and extra gas you pack when you drive into the wilderness. When you discover you are…
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Connection
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She walks toward the librarian, pausing, breathless, from the long climb to the library. Outside the fog hides the golf course, inside the library, shelter, warmth. She says to the…
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Near El Morro, Cuba
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The breeze from the ocean touches the curtain, pulling and pushing. The woman lies on her side in the bed by the open window; the muggy air breathes in and…
