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Poems

Bloodwork

On the last day of my period, The doctor calls to tell me I am in menopause I put down the phone, feel the lump in the back of my…

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The Pantsuit in the Back of the Closet

An election like 2016’s calls for massive rearrangements. We each cope in our own way with the seismic shifts that are taking place. Some of my friends are moving to…

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Black Cat

One of the cats visited my yard yesterday The black one My favorite Of course I thought of witches. I want the cat to visit everyday, But cats can’t be…

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What I Didn’t Know

I’m glad I didn’t see The Trump sign on the public lawn As a harbinger Across the street from my house On the morning of the election Instead, I just felt…

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The Day After

I didn’t see Who put the Trump signs on the public lawn Across the street from my house. That lawn is a no man’s land. A triangle of grass That used…

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Poem: The Couch

There is always a space Between the gnawing next And the agony of memory last Where stillness dwells. You know this. They all teach it. But finding it is the…

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Poem: The Loud Bus and The Quiet Bus

Your small face moves in and out of the windows of the bus Eyes happy accent marks—dashes and lashes You chose the loud bus and left your friends on the…