Glyph of Myself

my prayers soon wick 

into still damp night air

incensed with fear, fervor

they will stick--resting 

here, wrestling over there, 

hope blossoming into prayer

so quick as my once human 

landscape--conjured from time

and conquered through age--fades

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Ticking

shaping my time into dials
into calendars and structure
into life, into legacy after death

collapsing the words and worlds
casting new spells to tell you truth
demanding all the years to do it with

little changes from sunrise to sunset
little changes from sunrise to sunrise
little changes all the way into summer

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Heart

I don't know if it is the cuteness or the good looks that are off the chart here...

How did my baby become a grown up?














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Everything old is new again...

This is ancient graffito by now, but I was tickled because it resurfaced the same day Nu paid attention to Creep for the first time on the drive to school. And because I showed this to her, these are the lyrics she uses all the time now. We are weirdoughs. Ha.












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:/

Women's March 2019

One wouldn't be able to tell by this lone, sad, cold poster stuck to our Little Free Library--but it was a great Women's March today. Esp. if you were judging by the roomful of excited students who joined us for dinner.









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Perspective

  Outside














Inside










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