Understandable

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‘So, You’re a Poet’

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Words

When Hurricane Hearts Discuss Retrogrades

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Roguish Mercury went on a wicked mission this round, squared up with Pluto to shine racism in the limelight— Black boy shot at for needing school...

Cold Night

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I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....

Lost Highway Wondering

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There is a line in the sun As the crack in an egg I am wandering the interstate Walking on tired legs With dreams as diesel gasoline A glow...

It’s Not Too Late

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Walking around the lake this afternoon, something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn along the shore, and how the colors glowed, and the reflections in the water slowed me...

Still Life

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Imagine being free from technology Listening to wind borne symphonies And the silence of shadows Listen.   Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...

baker’s daughter

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before the sun is fully crested over the barns, I pull the yellowy creams from the chest and let them soften into mornings first familiar yawn. Peeling...

The Hawk Upon the Garden

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The robins flutter-bathed cautiously around me. I on the lounge, I laid with my book. The wrens fluster-sung to my proximity. The chicks demand-chirped from their nook inside...

On my Mom’s dying

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She saw my first breath. I saw her last. And, in between,      many days of      smiles, shouts,      puddles, clouds      thoughts deluded, denuded,      eluded...

While Your Parents Danced

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in the next room, their heels skimming over dark oak to Sinatra and Como and Bennett crooning from the dusty stereo, we lay in your small bed, sheets thrown...

Be Patient, Flower Girl

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Be patient, flower girl. Take time to grow, Teach the importance of knowing. Taking a look at perspective It is always changing. Leave dried seed heads and grasses Pruned back...

Arguing with Something My Dharma Teacher Said

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There was a bumper sticker in Colorado in the 90’s that said, “Shit Happens” — you remember the one? The next one was a...

Going Back to Bed

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Going back to bed is the ultimate adult dream Subject of snooze button thoughts                 Excuses Reasons they may have closed...