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Attention, Extraterrestrial Visitors!

Notice: Our spacecraft are not weaponized. But our young men are armed–against each other. Therefore, do not wear our disguise. That would have side effects. Which is a side effect, life, or death? Bring answers. You will leave with doubts. … Continue reading

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The Stations of the Year

“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading

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Winter’s Wardrobe

In the cold time of short days and longest nights evergreens preen proudly in wraps of needle green, while humbler trees’ branches, unclothed until spring, bear chill. Then  snow in its pity shawls them with white as it quilts and … Continue reading

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Spendthrift Autumn, Frugal Winter

Spendthrift autumn dances, winds tossing the bright coin of trees in her wake. Leaves—red, golden, brown–curl dry, caught where shrubs meet earth, huddle near roots. Rain softens spent leaves. Frugal winter hoards autumn’s debris in root cellars, stocks those cold … Continue reading

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“Bring Me the Sunset in a Cup”

My cup of metaphors spills out; its saucer overflows. My thoughts are image-steeped like tea in pouches, hung from words. With sounds and pictures—color, shape– delighting eye, caressing ear, the heady brew one can mistake for something soothing, something clear. … Continue reading

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Night Talk

Queen of Nightmares, I wake bedmate and myself with cries for “Help!” Whoever remembers why? On peaceful nights I simply mutter but a friendly pat and matter-of-fact “You’re dreaming out loud” settles me. My bedmate sleep-mutters too. I listen carefully, … Continue reading

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Stories and Seasons in Yellow

I start a yellow poem: A bee trails yellow pollen from bloom to bloom…. Sunflowers trace arcs east to west blazing yellow back at their commander…. A yellow villain beats cowardly retreat although his gunfight’s just begun…. In an ancient … Continue reading

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