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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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Superbowl Sunday

I’m not an American football fan. The oldest in a family of three girls, I didn’t grow up around football. My father was on the high school track team in the 1950’s and my mother was cheerleader and an usherette in high school. I ran track and Cross Country and played Little League Softball throughout […]

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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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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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As I Approach the Twentieth Anniversary of September 11th

The pressure begins mid-July, with the surge of email, postal letters, and ramped-up 9/11 media aggrandizement. On August 1st, the tunnel of lasts and memorial making opens its dark eye, drawing me into the force that always unfurls my sons and I into the bedrock, with the others, to gather, to mourn, to embrace, to […]

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FROM THIS DAY FORWARD

In the gather, the organizing, the binding, I am knowing you, again. As the rings are thread through the die-cut hollow along the margins of each page, your story is bound with mine. Read more at http://www.worldtradewidow.com

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