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“to get the highest peanut.” Of course.
And why wouldn’t an elephant climb to reach the highest peanut? I could climb to a peanut. Maybe as easily as an elephant. It might be as easily reached as some decisions lately. So instead, I’m acting like when I was six, and spinning in the space between my [...]
This week is a hard week. I’ve fallen behind on poems for April, and I know I won’t catch up by Friday. I’m ok with this since I wasn’t planning on April poem-a-day until April first anyway. And the week after a close death is hard for everyone. Marc is away helping his mom with [...]
Commuting at 5:30 a.m., I Watch the Ocean in Colorado
*poof*
…what was that about me being done with Antarctica? at least here it’s just a way into another subject.
Dark Matter
*poof*
Another from the snippets I wrote between New Zealand and Denver.
After the Sleep
*poof*
Rex had a beautiful funeral. Lots of people from all areas of his life–his church, his lifelong job of teaching, his post-retirement job in the shoe department at Kohl’s–shared their stories about him. About how he loved teaching, but also worked at least two other jobs to support his family, as most teachers have to; [...]
This poem I adapted from one of my poem-an-hour things I wrote on the 40-something hour transit from New Zealand to home last December. I think I might be pulling from this pool of material to catch up on my daily poems. I’m leaving the poem from the other day up (Still Life (2)), for [...]
After a quiet but determined fight, my father-in-law, Rex Pomeroy, died on Sunday morning. He had been declining pretty rapidly the past month, and was in hospice care. His birthday was Saturday–he was 71. He was alert enough to answer yes or no questions all day that day, but became less so. We were all [...]
Still Life (2)
Wheelchair. Light
coming from a shaded window
shining the chrome
that would be painted
titanium white.
Other signs
of life: green
oxygen tank,
nasal cannula,
catheter.
Still life, there,
in the chair.
It’s been a hard week. I missed yesterday, but as I said earlier, my priorities have shifted. Writing is still what I need to do, but the po’ biz had fallen by the wayside. So tomorrow is Friday, blessed Friday, and I get to leave work a little early. I’m going to make my father-in-law’s [...]
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