Category Archives: family

Dad

I’m sorry he said In that way of saying without meaning Before turning back to his beer Unaware the hollowness of his words Rang like a bell To remind me of all his other empty words I swallowed for sustenance … Continue reading

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Mom

We care for our kin By focusing light beyond our ken And forging links upon the rings To stay ill beasts of life Devouring them from within At times we pause the clock So they may enjoy the moment With … Continue reading

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Arthur

He had no name She looked him up and down Took his weight Felt him all about And called him Arthur Arthur is a bear I found on a shelf With silly eyes A cozy coat And no mouth Arthur … Continue reading

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Zookeeper

When they’ve bedded down for the night And all is still while the full moon shines The keeper does her duty Station to station task to task With only soft sighs for company She watches her charges sleep Dreaming of … Continue reading

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Duty

Lost among moments of duty Are thoughts I have of freedom Where my selfish cares keep me company The world is mine to explore And the days slip by in introspection Instead they smear by in responsible tasks Taking care … Continue reading

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Clams

On sparkling summer days I would climb down the embankment In front of my grandfather’s house To dig Manila clams with him From chill Puget Sound waters He wielded the shovel Dug the holes Told me stories of the earth … Continue reading

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Two years of HRT and the poetry of love

Someone came along and knocked me off my axis a little over two weeks ago, and I fell madly, deeply, insanely, I can’t get shit done, in love, and how fucking lucky am I? How lucky? She writes me poetry. … Continue reading

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