February 2004
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Three Comforts
I have received much welcome encouragement lately, just as my energy began to fizzle. First, Erin, whose work often consoles me, found my poem Secrets "a comfort": Vivid – Erin Noteboom: Two comforts. Then I received an email from a man whose writings on haiku have kept me constant company over the years. He had… Continue reading
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Early Winter
The river is edged with ice. Small colonies of slush float along its rippled skin. The grass is all white-tipped in the morning. It is so cold couples walk without speaking. The house smells of spoiled fruit, hot-house roses standing too long in stagnant water. I sleep in your bed, under my grandmother’s comforter. It… Continue reading
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February
There is light now in the mornings. I wake away from my dreams. It is snowing. Trees stand straight, colorless against the white sky. I cannot seem to begin. Snow fills the corners of my house. Silent. Glistening. Ice on the mirrors. I have been in winter forever. I cannot see your face. Frost blurs… Continue reading
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duet
his blue belief was sorrow wild to kiss the curve of her raw skin to bruise her cloudy eye his harsh hot teeth sharp with need honed on rocks and bones scraped her lids a lash of love to cut the sullen tongue of her to bite the hard seed of her heart he dreamed… Continue reading
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