Category: poetry
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A poem, some snakes, and stuff for sale
Stars, snakes, and selling
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Falling in Autumn
Lately I feel as if I have been metaphorically falling in all kinds of ways. I fell into life on the North Fork of Long Island. I’ve been working at Stony Brook (and hating the commute). I’ve been both marveling at how some things have come together quite nicely, while others are still needing to…
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A Waking Dream
A woman walks into a gallery With butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to see the art And also make a connection – Hoping this might be a place Where her art might be shown. A woman walks into a gallery And meets the gallery owner – Who is very friendly and open. And tomorrow…
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Bardic dreams
I am very slowly feeling like I am getting back into the groove of being an artist librarian mother teacher. Moving was a lot easier when I was younger. I wrote this poem on Sunday: Now that I’m here And I’ve been here awhile, I’m sitting exhausted Trying to dredge up a smile. There’s beauty…
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Poetry is Life
I’m feeling much better now.And this was not on the listSo I have to be quick.After suffering throughMy most difficult Mother’s Day yetI’m finally coming to understandIn my middle ageThat my adoptionIs essentialTo my core being.It will always be a painful subjectBut I could not be the personI am todayIf it had not occurred.I have…
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Value in Letting Go
Losing that quartz crystalAt LGA securityBummed me outAt first.I’ve had that rockA long time.I found it on the shoreOf Lake CushmanWhile working that Crappy job.It was outdoorsAnd team basedSo it shouldn’t have been that bad…But it sucked.And I found this crystal And that was cool.And I’ve mostly had it on meSince then.I’ve had that rockFor…


