Category Archives: Poetic Fragments

A Need to Move Beyond Myself

Escape this heavy chest A mind that worries and scatters like so much dust Displaced over stacks of books By neon yellow swiping feathers To gather myself To make sense of thought To understand love and anger, my own being … Continue reading

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.Finding Home.

.Finding home so close to where I was born so far from the homes I’ve made.  Feel myself dropping down into this space, making familiar out of constant new. Pulling in the open air and the yellow mountains and box … Continue reading

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You’re not in San Francisco.

You know you are not in the BAY when there are seats left open at the free Wi-Fi café. You know when the cashiers at Trader Joe’s are genuinely surprised you brought your own canvas bags. You know when you are the only … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Francisco

Bitter espresso Warm sun Soothing clear water in a tall clean glass Jasmine making its way up lattice this side of the café patio Good music, something Latina, something with a strong beat People ever so interesting to look at … Continue reading

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Aloneness is Delicious

I enjoy my aloneness now in the middle of crowds or in a living room alone with my cat and some warm light and soft clothes. I enjoy my aloneness because my life has so little of it. Like a … Continue reading

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Today

I thought I heard my father’s voice. It caught the air in my throat and turned solid, an unnamed ball there formed. I had to release the thing: before I choked. It was not my dad, and I don’t even … Continue reading

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Music in Fourteen Lines

Ebbing cultural constructions A ball of red clay turning in circles Valerie sitting down at the piano, inside me something focuses Outside in the warmth, in the dark lit stage music spills out over me You are ever so tangible … Continue reading

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Talk to me about my mouth

I slid up his body for a kiss. He watched my lips, I knew this because they began to itch. “Talk to me about my mouth” His words came abruptly with out warning Your mouth? Your lips are full No … Continue reading

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