Category Archives: Poems

Seeing

Three years ago, on the morning of my birthday, I woke up, sat on the edge of my bed and looked in the floor length mirror opposite. I couldn’t see my head. Where it should have been was a big … Continue reading

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Old WomanCrocheting

A tribute to my grandmother Old woman, Sucking cigarette smoke Into leathered lungs. Do you know When you suck Your lips disappear? Old woman, I see your fingers Yellow brown. Do you know Two fingernails are brown? Old woman, I … Continue reading

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Cortege

I don’t want to go to my final resting place in a black hearse. I want to go in a spring wagon with a frivolity of red and yellow ribands and a pony-paced jangle.

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