Category Archives: Poetry

Who am I?

Last night Lying curled up Quiet in the dark cocoon of my sleeping bag I heard the owl’s call somewhere outside my window in the trees. Whooo whoo What is its meaning? To me? With this confusion? Then I realized. … Continue reading

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Sweet Betty’s

Yesterday mom and the girls out to Sweet Betty’s. Full with banana crepes I posed a question I was struggling with. My sisters sat up leaned forward listened attentively seriously offered me their best. Go to the woman. Tell her … Continue reading

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The Masters’ Words

Into bones The masters’ words sink Stiff & brittle Cracks & crevices Bathed in silence, softness, light Renewed form emerges From webs so tight a strangled voice utters no sounds No place to go No escape from tangled thoughts The … Continue reading

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A Letter to Myself

Last year, on January 1st, this question came to me, “Sad girl, why do you stop me from doing things?” This year, came a letter to myself: Let this person be who she needs to be If she was not … Continue reading

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The Look

It was the LOOK smashed me to pieces broke the trust shamed me created immobility out of my fear and helplessness. I trusted my high school teacher worked with her on dramatic interpretive pieces that dug deep into my vulnerabilities, … Continue reading

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Afraid

Accusations Criticisms Sophomoric Aggrandizing Sentimentality Exaggeration. You little twit. You’ll ruin Everything. It’s not real It’s not real It’s not real It’s not real Can no one HEAR this small child crying? It is REAL.

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From Lynn Ungar

Shared with me by my friend Peggy: Camas Lilies Consider the lilies of the field, the blue banks of camas opening into acres of sky along the road. Would the longing to lie down and be washed by that beauty … Continue reading

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