Tag Archives: Death

Baseball

She died last Tuesday, while Watching a Blue Jays game In that big, comfy armchair That made her feel like a queen No one noticed  Because the bases were loaded

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The Little Things

          it isn’t dying i mind it’s just that i imagine when i do i’ll never again need to search for the words to describe just how that surface of cracked prairie mud baked hard in … Continue reading

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the season

spring wafts in with her that pink cherry blossom hair a haiku in bloom for that girl with the stunning smile…she’ll forever catch my heart…

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Seeing Through the Dark

And what will I have then When these eyes dry out? When the pigment drains away And the green grass delights no more? When the wary thrush, Perching precariously on toothpick legs Disappears completely Into the background In a coat … Continue reading

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Baby Blue

He watched his baby grow inside a heavenly body that he’d loved so well and tenderly; it was a like game of magical mystery fruit. One day she was a grape, now she’s a tiny mandarin, and when she reached … Continue reading

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These Autumn Days

These autumn days, have lost their social graces. One minute, flamboyant, splashed out in amber light, the next, they’re curled under a quilt of somber grey; they can’t bear to face themselves or drag their bones through the week. Grasses … Continue reading

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Redemption

Let me spill out my burdens and leave them to lay quiet with rotting logs under the damp forest canopy; that they may decay and return to this wholesome earth the rank secrets embedded in them. Precious sky, rain down … Continue reading

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