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Villanelle For “The Black Dog” (version 2)
You’ll go through each motion, one by one, As dark night gives way to blacker day. You begin with “I’ll live,” as you’ve always done. Pull the cord, raise the blinds, turn away from the sun. Step into the shower. Coat the pain in wet spray. You must go through each motion, one…
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Not All Days Are Today
Each goes to our own corners, This welcome May-warm April Sunday. My husband claims the bed, Supine, hands crossed over belly, Feet crossed at ankles, A double helix at rest. The old, skinny cat A circle in his heated bed. No day too warm for his frail bones, Head resting on a catnip mouse almost…
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Villanelle For The Black Dog (First Draft)
You will go through each motion, one by one, As gentle night gives up to brutal day. And repeat, “I’ll live.” As you’ve always done. Pull the cord of the blinds, turn your back to the sun, Step into the shower, dissolve in the spray. You will go through each motion, one by…
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NaPoWriMo: Too late, too late; no time, no time!!
Sunday. Isn’t that supposed to be a day of rest? Apparently not for a Jewish-Taoist because I was running most of the day. For good purpose. My late afternoon QiGong class was attended by lovely people who needed the unwinding at the end of the day: a woman who works with dementia patients; another who…
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NaPoWriMo Day 5: Backpedaling
After saying I didn’t think I’d 8979o–excuse me; cat on keyboard–use many of the daily prompts, I’m going back to one from an earlier day: writing a spell or incantation. People always have said I’m a bit witchy–I think that was the word they used–so surely this is appropriate. Onto my spell. An…
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NaPoWriMo Day 3: A Descent Into Silly
Back to my original plan of dabbling in forms, rhymes, rhythms, poetics. While an appreciator of limericks, I–quite simply–suck at them. I can never get the saucy air, the lilt that carries the reader along line to line hanging off the side of the horse, as it were. But I need to write one so…
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“The time has come, the walrus said…”
Eve of NaPoWriMo. Poetry exercises done: 0. Ah, yes, the cruelest month, indeed. My favorite book on writing poetry came from an unexpected source. I’ve been a fan of Stephen Fry since he and Hugh Laurie did their sketch comedy show on BBC and can’t read P.G. Wodehouse without his voice as Jeeves. But when…
Jo Chern 