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Still Life with Mother

I invite you to celebrate the birth of my mother in this poetic homage.

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COUNTERTERRORISM

after Kerrin McCadden my husband’s portrait is in a collage behind glass on a museum wall of prayers his name is announced by the son who never spoke it his smile is cast into homes of people we don’t knowhis name echoes across a plaza where there used to be buildingshe’s a good dad who […]

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THERE IS LOVE

After Sharon Olds “I Go Back to May 1937” I see them standing at the nuptial threshold before their witnessesShe sees her groom smilingat the verge of the nacre vaultthe gloam blue waves climax like glisteningstrands of diamonds behind his profile, Hesees his bride with a stargazer lily in her hairstanding at the fringe made […]

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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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