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My wife whimpers, wakes me in my sleep, tries to find the mouse in Goodnight Moon, the star in I-Spy, the little engine in I Think I Could. His toy train has left the station, whistles in memory’s night. The wooden bridge he...

Remove the angel from your tip, place the sailboat, the zebra, the wooden star in a cardboard box, cradle your creche of frosted twigs, the shepherds, the kings, the mom and dad and the baby, too, strip your arms of lights, suck...

When you’re lonely, leave your room, swim a mile in the pool, walk ten thousand steps, work up a sweat. Forget who you are and why you’re here, relinquish yourself, genuflect, kneel on a pew, sit lotus style, follow your breath,...

and considers stars whose vectors of light failed to meet her. They are dark but alive. Like the unseen green of a peacock’s feather that isn’t there unless the sun dusts its barbs with small packets of light: Pigment that...

As for . . . thieves, cut off their hands for what they have done – The Qur’an Blood flew from my astonished wrist. I sought only hope – not a life of ease. I am not an animal half-dressed in your absurd expectations...

with their dull monotony the bees opened my days Adam the bees & the flowers they pollinate. the unknown lake fed by the Euphrates an eye where we took our singular places beside waters of faux enlightenment. But this...

open me in open me out all the emotion and growing cradle-rocking happy sleep stroller-pushing amazement little red wagon pulling time all the emotion fading walkers moving slowly wheel chairs rolling gurneys on their journeys...

upon an altar mantel or night stand window sill reflections wall shifting shadows sing and harmonize touch strings and keys share sounds night-filled muse cleanse the soul flicker the heart tamper the flame eyelids close dream...

the spirits have spoken in a dream I heard their voices from the beyond they said you are one of the humans with consciousness of despair and glee the trick is to appreciate the small things daily throughout your one life which...

pewter gray sky tall eastern white pines with their sage-colored arms lifting high dark magenta cranberry bog that’s what I will always remember about our December walk in my mind’s...

listen as I smile to the sound of a new order jubilation named the day I was circling free from other’s expectations I now live according to my stars, my moon, my planets I no longer revolve around other’s heavy gravity although...

caught in puzzling bureaucracy           have to fill out gray boxed forms as far as my jumbled eyes can see           poets and bureaucrats do not mix especially cruel number crunchers           that have devious power tricks...