Let’s Be Honest

Wolf moon finds mehungering – noI am not a wolfbut I am starvedin this month of stormssnow blocking doorstemperatures dropping Temperatures risingflames of creativitysteaming panesthe season is wroughtbelly-aching craveI am wolf, howlinghoping the moon finds me. (A bit of word play for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Wolf moon. Image my own.)

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Photographer’s Dream

Examining the intricaciesof a spider’s weaving Marvelling as a mother raccooncarries her babies one by onewhile a bobcat prowls the tree line Delighting in the birth of a calfanticipating the arrival of more Wonder and trepidationcoinciding – and I, behindlens, am child againwide-eyed baskingin the glorious outdoors.

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Why Not?

Severeboneloss One more challengealready exhausted systemaccommodating further testing slowclimbdetermination (Written for my weekly challenge: threes. I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis last year, but due to other, more urgent health problems, treatment was put on hold. Reviewing the situation, my doctor referred me to a specialist, who said I have severe bone loss in my hip […]

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Love Keeps Pace

Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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In Line

Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]

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Parenting Lessons

For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)

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Basement

Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]

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We Are Clay

Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.

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Dialoguing With Other

I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]

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Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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