Category: Friends & Family
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Sunday morning
Spring lives here where sunrise greets weekend coffee and conversation Trust and truth rests – in your lap, my feet – in my hand, a newspaper Did you know, dear, that the world has stopped understanding but we know our demons, and we know our angels, and this day you are the guardian of my…
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Friends who move away for romance
We ponder love over cups of coffee Stay or move on Big Apple or Queen City Sometimes fate happens when you leave it And a ticket for $5 could change your life “I found myself” you will declare On an Internet bulletin board The Libra has an Aries moment We celebrate with booze and tears…
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Do you dream of me?
In that moment Between dark and dawn In my half-awake, Half-dream world I see colors of you. Reds and greens and blues Courage and healing and truths Wash over me and you Patiently wait For me to wake To your ‘hey sunshine’ And I smile And anticipate.
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64 minutes, funky hair clips and new socks: Two sisters go on a morning run
Two weeks after hiking a mountain with my brother Kevin, I decided to run the Cooper River Bridge Run 10K with my sister Jenny. My siblings keep me in shape, that is for sure! Jenny has run a million races and I have run one 5K, so this is a new experience for me. What did I…
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Don’t hike tall mountains with the wrong gear
So my brother Kevin invited a bunch of us to go hiking over Easter weekend (he had Good Friday off of work, so a good time to go.) I have not been on an overnight, not-car-camping hike since I was 12 and was going to Trailblazer Camp at Bethelwoods (I’m certain my dear friend Jenny…
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Mosquito bites and daffodils
Yesterday I saw a sunset and decided to write it for you. I thought if I slaved and bled over my words, I could make you feel my moment and maybe shed a tear. I sat down with my self-inspired mind lest someone come and ruin my picturesque moment for you. But I forgot how…
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Needles
It was in the middle of her bedroom, my grandmother’s Singer Sewing machine. She never used it, not that I know of anyway I used to check the color of the spindle thread for years it was tangerine later faded to peach I always wondered why her sewing table had a gas pedal like the…
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After we love I
feel breath slowing chests expelling the passion that gave us flight now soothes and offers sync as we settle into tranquil sleep This poem was written around the turn of the century.
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Your hand found mine
A heat where warmth should have been A forbidden fruit, a familiar friend You rubbed my hair I touched your knee You called me beautiful I knew I was weak Mixed with passion were your apologies I memorized your sighs It begins and ends with tonight. My heart breaking before my eyes Knowing it’s wrong…
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Par Avion: Air Mail
I have no understanding of your African world, with electricity three hours a day and a taxicab that comes to take you to Cotonou twice a week, should you wish to go. I have nothing to tie me to Ouidah but you, whose hardest times before now include summer nights when we slept in bras…