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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I am here to celebrate words. I love poetry and poetry about poetry. I am in the (bad?) habit of slapping words into poems a la van Gogh and editing weeks later...maybe. I fiddle with prose (not here), but poetry has always been my true love.
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