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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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Farewell
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When I am turned to ash I want you knowing that I hear your footfalls in the ancient forest, the scream of hawks, the water crazy-mad flowing down to the…
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Denial
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That slip of the mind That momentary disengagement Like the clutch in the old Dodge I think: I have to get a message to her Then: how can I…
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Scarcity
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Two sets of them: thieves in the neighborhood at 2 A.M. Thieves testing every door looking for unlocked cars, sheds, basements, things left outside, things unattended looking for the slip-ups,…
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New Year’s Eve
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A cake her father bought her mother – always on the frosting the shape of a clock with the hand five minutes to midnight for the New Year’s Eve…
