The Cosmic Word Laboratory
Monday, September 16, 2019
Pale Shelter
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This poem is in response to a challenge to write a fictional poem about living in a fallout shelter. Intriguing idea, so here is my poem. ...
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Monday, September 9, 2019
If Life Equals 'X' Then
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At first presentation of the problem The answer came as consensus: The variable isn't variable at all. The Straight white line The c...
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Sunday, September 8, 2019
Desert Child, Desert Mother
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Her face was lined and tired. Not like O'Keefe, fellow-desert dweller, Cheeks the dry earth after rain. No, my grandmothers face is t...
Friday, January 13, 2017
Sara Teasdale Spoke to Me
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Sara Teasdale Spoke to Me She said nature. She said love. She said pick up the damn spoon and stir. Your thoughts are thick on...
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Sunday, January 31, 2016
Time Turning
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Before I tasted Plath and before Anne Sexton made forty look like the perfect age, there were fairies. They hid in the grasses and wov...
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Thursday, December 17, 2015
Untitled (1975-1998)
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There was a softness in the curves of your face Nose lips chin brow Even that impish smirk Softened the blow of your insular soul. Did I...
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
Hand-quilting in America
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We are linked, my sisters. Spools of simple thread bounce down the stairs of time. I see the tiny stitches made from that same rocking mot...
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