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Above Bear Valley
Above Bear Valley I feel I don’t inhabit the world, my body separate, unreal. I drive toward the canyon. Rags of coyote body drape fence post above the flowering fields, above the orange poppy...
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The Hidden Bone
There is a bone in the wilderness Etched with my name Small scratches on the underside Hidden with mud and twigs The rain has fallen there In and out of seasons The brilliant summer Has baked it...
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Seven Minutes: I Could Not Help But Cry
Seven Minutes: Surprise to find the opening. Secret cove. A world and a dream away. I was insufficient in my southern adaptation unable to make sounds into meaning. I was drowning. The ocean at my...
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Tattoos: A Poem
Some wise woman wants me to see the pictures on your skin, beautiful white azaleas in a copper dish. The deepest of all tattoos inscribed there, a compass rose showing my direction. SW toward a form...
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Gold, a poem
Seven minutes: Silence is so deep, words washed like the mother lode, bereft of gold, all riches sluiced away. Empty heart and hands. My pencil is today’s device of torture, graphite molecules in...
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Seven Minutes: Painting is Better than Antidepressants
So, I think that the blonde girl’s parents (is that “blond girl” as blond is an adjective and not a noun?), better watch out. She’s looking a little too much like Lindsay Lohan. I am in the part of...
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Search For the Authentic
This face seems like an oracle. I felt I was making a flower. A wavy vein of gold, a stem, grows up from the bottom of the page which was turned into a marsh or a lake by watercolors. This is a...
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Holding On To Time
I I am the woman with fire legs and the feathered voice of birds, with Mercury’s wings suspended in flight, blessed by the waters of ocean and air, born by decades of thoughts, cells bound by...
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No Longer Daphne
The dream is the forest, becoming Daphne-like, tattooed white skin that wishes it were a tawny self, roots like a snorkel, breathing out the flowering bush, snake spine, and a cap of grass. The last...
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