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Blue Cat

Christine February 21, 2020

Little blue and white cat Like a summer sky Are you the only one? Are you all alone? See the flowering trees Every bloom a twin of all the rest-- Whe…

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Waiting

Christine February 21, 2020

Waiting, For the next breath, Like years Falling backwards Into a lifetime, Waiting, For the next heart beat, Essential as kisses Flowing inward Then…

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Blue Cat

Christine February 20, 2020

Little blue and white cat Like a summer sky Are you the only one? Are you all alone? See the flowering trees Every bloom a twin of all the rest-- Whe…

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The Bells

Christine February 20, 2020

Listen to the bells. When they ring In the early darkness, They bring the snow. I curl my bare toes around the top of the cold wrought iron railing T…

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calling

Christine February 20, 2020

i was thinking-- between the nail that breaks on the drawer handle and the wicked in the world and the wick in the candle-- that there are great drif…

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The Shoshone River

Christine February 20, 2020

At the point where it bends lazily around from east to south, The Shoshone is less a river than a big black pond. If you should step off of the board…

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Joan of Arc (Again)

Christine February 19, 2020

Joan of Arc goes to a casting call. They tell her she can be The Girlfriend. She blinks. Her armor reflects the harsh lighting as she says, "I a…

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The Snake

Christine February 19, 2020

A snake bit me, Filling my arm with clouds And my feet with sand. A snake read my poems And complained that it could not warm itself on them, That te…

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Tuesday Half Four

Christine February 19, 2020

She prowled the off-green hallways 'Til she grew sheathed talons on her toes-- The tap dance ballerina of ward five, Queen of cockroaches Adored …

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The Dark Bird

Christine February 18, 2020

There is a great dark bird And its feathers are made Of every day When love was scarce And safe was just a steely locked place to hide my heart in. T…

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Ice

Christine February 18, 2020

Water In a hot bath On the top floor In the late morning With a lover just outside the door, Can make your skin pink with pleasure And your eyes clos…

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The Red And The Black

Christine February 18, 2020

Red is the color of no going back-- I like my sky in motion. I like my roses black. The cats have taught me the trick of storms in afternoon-- It'…

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Half Moon

Christine February 18, 2020

--summertime and the livin is easy-- You might think that angels drop blessings like rain, Gentle as their wing beats-- But they fly cheek by jowl wi…

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Before, And After

Christine February 17, 2020

Men in hard hats with saws stood looking at my maple. They had not come to tell her how beautiful she was. I have watched her over a thousand mornin…

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Prayer To The Mother Goddess

Christine February 17, 2020

Spirit Mother, It is me, your child-- The one shaken from your hair and falling. I find myself Here-- An Earth girl, set loose and wandering, Never s…

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Kimberly Jane Goes To Pieces

Christine February 17, 2020

Kimberly Jane goes to pieces Like a dropped crystal bowl-- Very nice, Miss Butterfingers. But after the shock of the initial crash, Lookee, Baby, Eno…

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Justice

Christine February 17, 2020

The rhino is renowned for his horn, and is often a target of poachers. They haunt the jazz clubs, acting all normal, when in fact, Their minds crawl …

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Lipstick

Christine February 17, 2020

The world's most beautiful woman writes an apocalyptic message on the mirror of the bus station restroom in Hell, Michigan. Some say it is writt…

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Between Order And Chaos

Christine February 17, 2020

Between order and chaos, in the interstice between air and swallow's wing-- in the silent interlude between rippled pond and snow-dusted ice, the…

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The Life of Yours Truly, Dog Girl Deluxe

Christine February 16, 2020

In the morning, New plants bend, praying. The sun arrives early, Peering over the tabletop of land Like a child. Under my skin, is My Love, sleeping.…