Monthly Archives: November 2013

Listening to O’Carolan

Turlough O’Carolan, harpist/ composer, born blind 1670, Co Mead First morning sun pries open the mountain; Her rays sparkle on the pond and disturb the geese. Light rushes across the field, illuminating sheep as it passes. … Straight rays bolt … Continue reading

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Except

I’m a Christian, he wrote, except I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy. Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci, I said, except I can’t draw. I’m Renee Fleming except I can’t sing. I’m a feminist except Poor women are ugly, … Continue reading

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Today’s Grief

there’ll be no crying tonight the cat’s purring in his sleep dog’s running in his dream you murmur as you roll against me the cold rain on the roof sounds far away I’ll hold today’s grief safe until tomorrow

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Skeleton Verse not

Skeleton Verse skeleton bones rattle as they roam ’til they come back home. the last time I saw one he. she, or it shone in the sun he, she, or it was having fun, until he, she, or it shouted … Continue reading

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Death Backed Away

Death came near. Death backed away. … She never leaves without a fare-well gift: Scars, fears, memories, A limp, a pain, a tremor. … She never leaves entirely, Like a dimness that never blackens: Whispers, shadows, shades. … She never … Continue reading

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I’d like

I’d like a wind-up watch, they don’t need instructions. I’d like a key that isn’t a card, my Visa won’t open a door. I’d like a tan that comes from the sun, the liquid turns me orange. I’d like a … Continue reading

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Gratitude in Three Stages of Life

Are you sure your friend knows that you like her? She helped you cheat on the history test, She distracted your mother as you went through her purse. Of all birthday gifts, hers was always the best. So take time, … Continue reading

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