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A Grieving Aurel
Poor Aurel was wrought with grief for his wife, Greta, who had died from black licorice overdose. He had spent all of their remaining money for her funeral. He had fashioned a beautiful coffin, just for her, because she had turned into a sphere and could not fit into a manufactured coffin. He steamed and…
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Ike
Auntie and nephew (fav) Rice, and meat and veggies Four-year-old, in highchair “Let’s peetend we’re in a bar” Hunnnhhhh? Lifts his apple juice in one hand Tilts the sippie cup and sucks “Let’s peetend I’m drinking beer” Auntie scratches her head, puzzled Chuckles silently, stomach cramping “Eat your dinner” Mom demands “Peetend I’m coming from…
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Erasure Poem
Original source from Google News A deadly heat wave in Western Europe has triggered intense wildfires, disrupted transportationand displaced thousands of people as the continent grapples with the impact of climate change. The record-breaking heat is forecast to grow more severe this week and has prompted concerns over infrastructure problems such as melting roads, widespread power outages and warped train tracks. Several areas in France have experienced record-breaking temperatures that approached orsurpassed 100 degrees Fahrenheit, according to the national weather forecaster. In Britain, where few…
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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…