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31 Wednesday Dec 2014
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30 Tuesday Dec 2014
I swear to you, it was not my intent
to roam so far. I had not planned to stray
but stay; I would not part
so willingly as that from you, with but a glance
and tip of hat. I cannot frame
more perfectly this vow. Continue reading
24 Wednesday Dec 2014
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inI do not know how many days I spent
waiting for you to come, galvanized and paralyzed by fear. Continue reading
18 Thursday Dec 2014
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in15 Monday Dec 2014
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inI wrote you yesterday, just a note
on the back of an envelope, the bleak
paper shining white like the pocked moon.
I remember in summer, watching the moon
set with you, waiting as the sky blued and the first note
of birdsong made the world seem a little less bleak.
Birds lie, though. The earth is barren and bleak
as the sky where useless clouds gather to protest the moon.
I threw away the note.
This train whistle calls with one long note; the bleak voices of the coyotes are a prayer to the moon.
This tritina brought to you courtesy of the YW December poetry slam. If you want three words for a tritina, get thee to the coffeehouse. Mine were moon, note, and bleak, from Stacie, Christine, and Cynthia.
13 Saturday Dec 2014
It’s not going to snow properly anytime soon, but I can’t wait any longer. Continue reading
11 Thursday Dec 2014
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11 Thursday Dec 2014
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inIt wasn’t the way you asked me, the twinkle
in your eye or the way the logs flared red
when you crumpled paper and thrust it between them into the fire.
I didn’t stay for the Norman Rockwell child on his sled
running up a hill beneath the snowy eaves, or for the icicles
which hung from your gutters waiting for spring’s shuddering glide. Continue reading
03 Wednesday Dec 2014
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03 Wednesday Dec 2014
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“And besides, the cabin boy is always a girl,” she said, giggling in a way that I would come to learn was completely unnatural for her. But that’s how she came on board, out of all the applicants for all the positions on this ship. Continue reading