Category: Conversations
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Friday Night
A delirium of talk from my head to my heart tight burn hollows of shoulders dog breath, a panicked cat bird in the throat bird in the ear bird in the eyes bird brain Friday night ~ Lady
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Poetry Month – Lady’s #10
Stuck in some rut / I lay my rode out to accompaniment
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Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – #16
Laying flowers side by side on the table / to array the palette of a bouquet, my jackleg fingers / in this matter remembering the words of / Thich Nhat Hanh, “leave space in / between things.”
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Black History Month Poems – 15
In the picture / an African-American in gaiters drives / an Indian motorcycle
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Lady Poem January 28, 2015
We’re wife and husband like warm pillows
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TALKING WITH THE ANCESTORS
Today is Samhain, the ancient Irish holiday / in which fairy folk (I’m part fairy) / and “dead” kin can connect / even more readily / with the living
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THE THINKING CLOUD
She’s very much like us, / I told my husband, who was / holding our companion cat
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I am not a robot.
I am not a robot, or at least, not just a robot.
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Brush your teeth & get checkups regularly
Smith is getting his eight remaining upper teeth pulled Wednesday, the day before Valentine’s Day…
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Thanksgiving as a time of progress
At Thanksgiving I think about the abundance that will be on the table, interacting with family members and the bustle of preparation…