Tag Archives: Love

On the Women’s March

“What mother would not die for the sake of her child?” Continue reading

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The Color of the Rose

04/19/16 Past heaven’s gate, I should like to know How came the crimson color Of the rose? “Warning,” we alarm in red, And so the widow on her sordid web – Or is it an invitation? Love is sticky Business, … Continue reading

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Mirage

10/31/2015 I feel a cold Autumn wind at my back, and rain, Walking away, or trying, from the past. Had She decreed that you were honest then, or could have loved me well – well, it would not change the … Continue reading

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In the Room

11/21/15 Two cellos’ cries, in unison, like anguished souls hov’ring bound within their haunt, tarry and lilt in this harrowed air. The lamp is dim and idle, casts its yellow hue upon an old photograph on the end table whose … Continue reading

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As I Remember

01-03-15 Men speak of phantom sensations where once were limbs That severed are no more, but may prick or throb no less than When they were; as dreams awaken distant pasts and place us  In a time long gone And … Continue reading

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Old Tjikko

09/27/2014 Old as mankind in Eden As solitary, too, she towers humbly Over the slope of Fulufjället. Only she knows how many times She’s fallen to ice or wind or fire; We only see her present crook Some centuries in … Continue reading

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Moonrise

09/06/2014 Grip my hand, this is the way. We’ll see her timid alight East over the serrated mountains That cling heavenward the sky Morning, noon and night. Walk closely by in the silent shadow Of this hemisphere, at my side. … Continue reading

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