Monthly Archives: December 2015

To Whom It May Concern

When words rise suddenly to lips unbidden, Rendering to light what long was hidden- When shuttered hearts once more in open air Breathe free no longer caught in fear’s dark snare, When weakness gives up trying to be strength Accepting … Continue reading

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For the few here who live a D/s life

I’ve noticed that I have some followers here who are in D/s relationships. If that describes you, I know of a couple of books on Amazon you might find interesting. One is prose: “Learning Joy.” The other is poetry: “In … Continue reading

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Irrelevance

It’s not the journals you stopped reading. No, nor the teaching you gave up. It isn’t that you stopped singing solos in that low soprano some people loved. Neither is it because you stopped sending cards on Christmasses. It isn’t … Continue reading

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Everything Changes; Nothing Dies

In those day-old years Of cheap tuna and dented cans, We could have powered a small city With the heat we generated Day and night no matter where, Even on the restaurant stairs Where my earring disappeared. It took you … Continue reading

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Late Snow (haiku)

At long last, snowfall swirls, dances onto soil, hugs the gardens warm.

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It’s Getting Late

When good isn’t good enough, When very is too weak, When all our truths are not enough So we must shout, not speak– Then we shall live as opposites Rejecting one another. You stay right there. I’m over here. There’s … Continue reading

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Dark Days

“The sun is coming to burn all these clouds away,” they say every day. I say: learn to love the clouds. Seeds sprout best on darker days.

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Tanka of Love

He says, “Flatterer!” when I write poems about him not noticing that it was he who moved the stars down from heaven to my eyes.

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Mandala

Turning, turning over years- Laughter won the game from tears- Your voice, your hands casting out fears Dark and light in one great wheel Each day, each hour a joy to feel As every old wound came to heal Sunrise … Continue reading

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Irony

Even with the best teacher I took decades to unlearn How not to love myself. Now, with this fat belly This grey hair These weak hands Joints quivering at the mere thought Of descending morning stairs… Now my beauty flares … Continue reading

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