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Introduction

26 Sunday Oct 2025

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What is love,

But an unanswered question?

I do love the way

You listened to that note—

It hung in our mutual air

A moment we shared.

As if a matter of life

And death

Because it was that matter

Which consumed us.

And then gone.

I do love the way

You go

Missing.

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I know love comes broken,

But it took breaking

To teach me.

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Perhaps, my first love was longing.

And in that desperate hope

Came everything.

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And then there was love.

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And then there was loneliness.

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And then there was complete despair.

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And then there was you.

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Still breaking me.

Because such intensity can only consume.

Thirst and drink, but the glass is always leaking.

Reach and reach, but the hands seem empty.

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And then there were your arms.

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And then there was loneliness.

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My time is winding down to tell you

About being human.

Such a world!

Born into a desperate flesh

And nascent blood.

Will we learn too late

How precious it was to suffer?

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I would like to introduce myself:

Even as I mourn myself.

Confessions

27 Friday Jun 2025

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Would you like to hear a secret,

No obfuscation, no vagary,

A secret, that cuts so deep

It wounds you,

It unwinds you,

Because it is you,

But you want to know,

Yes, know,

It is also in me,

That we carry it together,

In shame, and in sorrow, sure–

But let’s be honest,

There is also pride–

I mean,

We have done what we had to do,

You and me,

Have we not,

And what blame is there

In surviving?

Missed Opportunities With Her

05 Friday Jan 2024

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The nows you missed with her are real,

But yesterday and tomorrow are not.

What’s done is done, at least,

In this world. What do you want

To take with you to the other side?

Or, be there waiting for you, beyond time?

Tick, tick, tick, then it stops,

What do we find beyond the ticking?

Everything is a choice, even sitting here

Now, click, click, clicking this poem.

Are all poems messages to the great unknown?

Future me, which does not exist,

Might read one, many years from now,

And wonder if she adequately loved

What was sent to her as a gift to be loved.

The real moments: tick tick and click clicking,

That come, come, come to us–

Then disappear,

Like she has.

Is It Too Soon

16 Wednesday Aug 2023

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To talk of the good things

That came of your leaving?

The way it opened up hearts,

And quieted our breathing?

Perhaps, you were too right

For our wrong little world.

Too bright and shiny,

Too unwrinkled.

She leaves the child behind

Is it too soon to say–

(You killed it) and that’s good, too?

Better to be a woman astray

Than a woman living in a fantasy.

Is it too soon to say

she will be stronger,

More beautiful, without you?

You Probably Wonder

03 Thursday Aug 2023

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If I feel your pain through her.

I don’t.

I feel her pain.

I tell her not to be the victim

In someone’s story about victims.

I tell her we’re survivors

Who make sweet lemonade

From what’s meant to be sour, tart–

We make our hurters think

We planned our hearts hurting–

That’s how happy you will be, my love.

We are a family of bitches.

I mean it in a good way—

Like good witches. Women

Who carry mystery in our bones:

We delight in knowing life is delightfully dark,

And ugly, and exquisite, and essential.

My love, in time you will find love,

But does it matter?

It will come too late to save you

From the present hurt, the sting.

The scarring. It’s fucking beautiful.

You didn’t ask for it.

But it will be beautiful anyway,

How you’ll wear it.

Maybe it will be your own poem,

Someday, when someone else needs a poem

About how to survive being thrown away.

You might learn the words that will heal them.

I Deserve Happiness

20 Tuesday Jun 2023

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Loss after loss,

They seem seamless:

First you, then her, then him.

Or has time contracted,

Months, minutes;

Years, minutes.

How do I make them years again?

How do I release loss,

Accept it as part of the beauty

Of being alive and lost, too?

This last goodbye, ahhh–

Always out of my control.

Then, the wishing regrets.

They make me cry.

Generations, they never stop

Making their awful mistakes.

I deserve happiness, they say–

But do they ever find it?

It rained today, and it was cold, too.

June 20th. It has been eleven days,

Or eleven minutes, I forget.

Ashes to Ashes (Song)

01 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Ashes to ashes

She wrote with a brush,

A tattoo needle,

And dust to dust.

From this life to that

We pass,

We’re crushed,

Ashes to ashes,

And dust to dust

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Heart to heart,

When we were young,

Living to music,

Song to song,

Love to love,

Our mutual need,

To cling together

And never leave.

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Chorus:

Cuz we’re ashes to to ashes,

And dust to dust,

From this life to that

We pass, we’re crushed,

We burn, we rage,

We laugh, we trust,

Then we’re ashes to ashes,

And dust to dust.

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The limits of us

Were all too near;

The fire it burned,

But the end was clear.

The mistakes I made

Still bring me to tears:

The words unsaid,

And the realized fears—

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Chorus:

Cuz we’re ashes to to ashes

And dust to dust,

From this life to that

We pass, we’re crushed,

We burn, we rage,

We laugh, we trust,

Then we’re ashes to ashes,

And dust to dust.

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The needle it tore,

It bled, it ripped;

But the dye was cast,

And the words inscrib’d,

And my arm it burned

With the words I asked:

The dye, the needle,

All, mixed with his ash.

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Chorus:

Yes, we’re ashes to to ashes,

And dust to dust,

From this life to that,

We pass, we’re crushed,

We burn, we rage,

We laugh, we trust,

Then we’re ashes to ashes,

And dust to dust.

Second Winter

22 Wednesday Feb 2023

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The Aspen shivers, a little,

Its barefeet are covered in snow again,

Its white body exposed to a white sky.

I wonder if it is finally going to cry,

But it’s silent again, so I do.

The road shimmers again,

Like a road in heaven,

And they both contain death.

Ash Wednesday twenty twenty-three,

The day we lost you to morphine,

I arrived too late, down the icy road,

To ever hear my name again

From your mouth.

We had thought winter gone

But that was only an illusion,

One we wanted to believe,

After waiting so long for Sun.

Fallen Orchid

18 Saturday Feb 2023

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A death, a flower, a funeral:

A flower the widow turned away,

An orchid, left to me,

Child, and killer of orchids.

The months passed, and passed,

Yet, its stubborn blossoms remained.

Yesterday, the last bloom

Spent itself, I could tell

It wanted to be clipped.

It was dull, a bit brown,

And it drooped,

As if, life well lived,

But now there are seven,

New blossoms, ready to open.

I think how appropriate,

A symbol of our mortality,

Four days before Ash Wednesday.

And me, not even Catholic,

Yet impressed–

With what it means to die,

And not die, to live forever,

Even as we’re gone.

Home Again (A Song)

16 Thursday Feb 2023

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Now, I'm too old for sin, 
Prodigal child who came home again.
Grace surrounds me in this old barn,
As I seek redemption on the farm.

Chorus:

There’s freedom in these open skies
New beginnings, no more lies,
Birds that sing of love and loss,
New chapters, and fresh starts.

Chorus.

Horses, like angels, whisper in my ear, 
The sweet words I need to hear.
Gathering strength, like a mare and foal,
Legs that race beyond the coming storms.

Chorus.

Birds gather, with their gentle song; 
They remind me of lovers come and gone.
Of new beginnings and new dreams,
And open skies where I am free.