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Holly
Holly was great. AGreat Dane. Whitewith black spots.Statuesque, legs like a thoroughbred’s.Brainy as Albert, ifHe had been a dog.Regal, no pretensions,Humane more than humans. Kids in the creek, Logs came unjammed.A torrent of water —Kids under the deluge.Smallest one sunken.Dad came arunning,reached for a kid,Dad lost his footing,plopped in the mud.Dad held a branch,water too quick Kids reached…
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What is True Love?
There was a picturesque little house on a high slope near the Swiss Alps. The little house had a steep pitched top so the heavy snows of winter would slough off instead of caving in the roof. It had been built by a young and hale man with calloused hands and a strong back. His…
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Dear You, Me, We
Hey, you, or me. This is you, or me, forty years later. You, and me, we, are presently ancient, old, short of being cadavers. And we are here to tell us, in our vast quantity of acquired knowledge and wisdom, that we shouldn’t have wasted any time resisting the cultural lessons that Mommy and Daddy…
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A Golden Shovel Poem
From Charles Osgood: Come live with me and be my love,And we will some new pleasures prove. Here to comeAs we liveTogether withJoy, you and meEternally happy andDevoted we will beMe, your moon, you mySun, emitting love. Spinning through space andHopping over stars, weWould be doing at willPublic displays of affection for someTo see and…
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Betty
This too will be a long and quiet day. Sometimes insufferable. No agenda, no appointments, no deadlines. She stares at the ceiling and notices a spider’s silk thread waving. She follows it with her eyes, not moving her head. And makes a note to Swiffer the corner near the bathroom. Out of habit, she still…
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Jackfruit
My mommy’s name is MitAloud not mittBut meetAt birth, fat as a fruitFor which she was dubbed A jackfruit, with skin all pricklyA giant green grenadeMachete or butcher knifeReveals the guts, yellow blobsLike eggs gone wrong The pods give flesh smooth and sweetAl dente, come la pasta per favoreI chew and swallow succulent mitRemember days…
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Mother-Out-Law #1
You asked me what I wantedI said Raisin BranYou came back with Rice KrispiesWhy did you ask then? You stood over my breasts exposedMe, the mechanical cowThe machine whirringMy nipples, deflated balloons, you exclaimed “wow!” Roused me out of bed Because you needed an activityLaundering sheets at 5am was What you picked as charity “We’ve tried to…
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Colette
Ecole Française Colette on Ho Xuan Huong Avenue in Saigon is a massive two-story adobe structure. It is painted orange and has green wooden shutters. Beyond the green metal arched gates, the courtyard is covered in pea gravel. There is a bust of some unknown man’s head on a stone pillar in the middle of…
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Chalk It Up
Suzanne is the rich girl. She arrives to the school and gets picked up in a chauffeured big black car. Her dresses are always chic and immaculate, the envy of the other girls in the class. Her hair is stylishly cropped in the latest Parisian trend. The thirty-six little girls in the class sit dutifully…
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Hygiene Lessons: Beyond the ABCs
In Saigon, Vietnam, I attended a French kindergarten named Croix Rouge which literally translates to Red Cross. The teachers, both French and Vietnamese taught in French. But mainly we played. I don’t really remember much of my kindergarten year, I’m assuming because it was not memorable, neither positive or negative. I do however, recall my…
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