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Howl
The Dalai Lama says that the world will be saved by Western women. Not any women, perhaps not all women, but Burning Women. Women who have stepped out of silence and into the fullness of their power. Angry women who love the world and her creatures too much to let it be destroyed so thoughtlessly… Continue reading
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sylvia’s hair
Her hair in a box decapitated like her thumb top was what memories does that hair hold? Sunny days in the water off Nauset perhaps and sharks washing up in yards after hurricanes or that toe big as a Frisco seal? This cut is a bloodless beheading and I stare in fascination a member of… Continue reading
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I fell in love
I fell in love with an older man (he 40, me 19) many years ago. He was an intinerant teacher, with an artists’ soul. It seemed he was driven by something deeper than I could ever understand, with a deep seated sadness that I now understand comes from being worn out by life, perhaps not… Continue reading
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I think i wonder
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. what do I write I’m frozen ten miles deep in an unyielding concrete sea Immobility begins in the heart years worth a pickaxe squeals over bouncing off effortlessly What if I did trap it it was no good to me anyway too soft to open… Continue reading
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night
I clean my face at night my mother calls it taking off the day. I can clean my face, but I have seen too much that cannot be washed away I wonder what it is all for, the fear, the smell of dread, the infighting and I wonder if things will be different in the… Continue reading
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The Northern Lights
What is your favorite type of weather? When the weather is clear, and the conditions right, we are lucky enough in northern Wisconsin to see the Northern Lights from time to time. The dancing, undulating lights glow green, pink, yellow, and blue as they weave and dance across the night sky. It is easy to… Continue reading
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Atropos dreams
I dreamed about a dead poets son who self annihilated I took an elevator that went to nowhere and stopped between floors. He was darkly handsome His smile comfortably intimate, as if this weren’t death we were living in as if his life had never happened. I becamelost in his studio, scattered with the detritus… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide
Diary of an American 