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29th Birthday message for my beautiful boy Davin: Arrival, April 8, 1993 at 12:33 PM. The day I held the World in my arms.

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My Departed Darlings

This poem is the fifth of a 365-day project I began last week. Though my plans neither include completing nor posting my daily writings, I felt complled to post today’s exercise on this day of multiple duality, 2/22/2022.

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On Being A Beginner, Again

I know how to do a lot of things. I know how to search for a missing person with a toothbrush and a comb. I know how to stage a funeral when there’s no body, and how to resurrect a broken one. I know how to take my child to a doctor when the bleeding […]

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January 20, 1982

[In memory of Elizabeth “Lizzie”Anna Rieb, nee Teseny – September 22, 1943 – January 20, 1982] I think we know that nothing lasts forever. That every day something in our relationships, our social strata, our bodies, is ending. Let’s say your taxi-mom job is ending when your son drives himself to a movie in your […]

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All That Terrible, Beautiful Music

           What can I say, my daily mood is underscored by intense sadness. I lose my son every minute of every day—in the grocery aisle, at a red light when a BMW 350 xi passes by while an NPR guest discusses how breathwork and yoga changed her traumatized brain, saving her life. In every store […]

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DAVIN R. GARCIA

365 days ago, fifty close family members and friends gathered on a rainy morning in Poughkeepsie, New York, during a pre-vaccinated pandemic, to pay tribute to my beautiful boy, Davin Richard Garcia. 8,760 hours ago, my tears washed over a white granite box, containing the fragments of a mother’s, and father’s, love and dreams for […]

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SELF PORTRAIT AS OYSTER

I am a sumptuous delicacy raked from shallows of brackish bays, shucked through mantle by twisting blade, popped hollows of creamy white meat gulped—raw. If you wet your hunger with my tenderness, you cede to be ruined. I will tranquilize your frailty and cut you with my truths. To be vital, mustn’t one be capable […]

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David Garcia Memorial Service, October 13, 2001

On a severe clear Saturday, two-decades ago, my family and I remembered my love; husband, daddy, son, brother, uncle, cousin. Three weeks planning a funereal service on a barrier island in a public State Park and with the iconic Boardwalk restaurant, culminated in a beautiful celebration of life with violins and butterflies. Funerals and memorial […]

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WAKING INTO SEPTEMBER 12TH, 2021 Continuing Beyond Twenty-Years of My 9/11 Life

After moving through Twenty-years of 9/11, I find strength in the pain to continue my journey with hope.

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ONE SINGLE DAY

A Tribute in Poem to all of the victims and families whose lives were changed in an instant, on one single September’s day.

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