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MOTHERLINK

This past Mother’s Day week has been a trifecta of heavy life-events, each of which warrant a story of their own. Instead of polishing the post I surrendered the gorgeous sun-drenched day with my canine bff, Joni, rather than spending the entirety of the weekend with my laptop. And I’m so glad I made this single right choice.

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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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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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BEAUTY

Beauty is the internal living flame that illuminates what we belong to. Remembering the beauty of my mother, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Teseny Rieb, on the occasion of her birth, 78 Septembers ago. Though the hangers in her closet hung bare, disrobed of her flowery pleated dresses and soft cotton cardigans weeks after my 18th birthday, her […]

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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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