poetry
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keening
there they flit across the stage those dancers i always wanted to be degas is calling across the years but he has painted out the pain the ugliness of the feet in satin slippers they make you forget, the satin shoes that covers a multitude of callouses built up over years blunting the pain of… Continue reading
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Mystery
i am swept up in graceNo longer myself but a vision I once hadbriefly a flash of light you created anewthe stars knowas does all of creation that you move among us soundlessly the gardener in his garden pronouncing everything goodyou are the artist painting rainbows across the sky the blue jay brushes against the… Continue reading
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spirit and decline
beautiful, like the northern lights not long for this world, weaving and undulating in the night we danced each moment a memory as the realest things are, pouring through my fingers liquid fire and ice a light in the darkness, a candle flickering, green and yellow wanagi wacipi I would follow the lighted pathway, if… 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 