Category Archives: Poetry

A Lunch Hour Walk in Washington, DC

I saw a girl with purple hair and vivid violet lips, and thought this look so suited her, I stared and nearly tripped. Two lovers argued face to face with words as sharp as knives. Then he surrendered with embrace, … Continue reading

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Dementia

There is but a shadow, a wisp, a hint of the vibrancy she once possessed. The grip and the hugs are still strong, desperate almost, as if clinging to hope.   But the mind, ah, the mind slumbers. There is … Continue reading

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HER Dreams

There are more dreams in the minds of young women than stars that dot the black Ethiopian sky. One dreams of the healing arts, another of justice and human rights. One dreams of numbers, ordered and fair, another dreams of … Continue reading

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All Flesh is Grass

  All flesh is grass, as seasons pass it withers, decays, and then sleeps, to awaken when Spring rains rise and caress its roots stretching deep.   All flowers fade that grace the grave, their beautiful petals will fall, returning elements … Continue reading

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Ditches

Flat fields and plentiful rains— this was, after all, called at one time the Great Black Swamp— meant ditches lined the fields and roads to catch the runoff and channel it safely away to snaking creeks and rivers.   Mostly … Continue reading

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“Bus Just Stoppped at Rosebrocks!”

“Bus just stopped at Rosebrocks!” It was the window watcher’s call early on school mornings, when four children were rushing about, gobbling down Corn Flakes, packing lunches, stuffing books in bags, shrugging on sweaters or coats, and running combs or … Continue reading

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Do Hogs Go to Heaven?

  Humid summer mornings were the worst, especially when a slight southwesterly breeze, carried the stench of hundreds of hogs over the mile of fields to our yard from the landlord’s farm.   It was a stifling, oppressive, nauseating smell, … Continue reading

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