the tempest

where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped at […]

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Fall

I feel Fall and am compelled to her, haphazardly, clumsily. Beyond August into coolness, peace – a blameless place. September brings with it cooler mornings and yellows, golds, reds and browns and the kudzu is fading down off the Pines it has strangled with vines. October my birthday and birthday anniversaries galore and on to […]

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Dead at 52

The average age of death is 52 years old. Gender not withstanding. Race not withstanding. US regions not withstanding. Frontier. Rural. Urban. None of it matters. Dying an earlier death than the general population is now a given if you fit the population’s demographics.  

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georgia in july

i read poetry in the morning with coffee and jazz and make sense of my aching back, my sore back, my bad shoulder with arthritis already, and I stand straight to find that muscle memory. I’m usually up for my days early. Body clock. I catch up on email and work on school. I’m years […]

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Race Relations 101

My voice is silent today. I listen and I discern on the next right steps to take. I was in The Respect Institute of Georgia from Monday through yesterday. Graduation is today. Sitting in this place, then, I give you a poem by a favorite poet Laureate, Mary Oliver: After Her Death I am trying […]

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