Tag: poetry
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Suzy Le Speed
It is so nice not to feel desperate. Hackles lie down and rest awhile. Misery is merely a habit. Buoyed by the recent publication process, I am prepping my P.I. novel for same. The joy I feel is comparable to playing with Emmett, back in the day—pure, unadulterated happiness. Here’s a slice of Shoulds are…
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Delfinas
The panga zoomed up as I was exiting the water, the guys pretending to look for fish. I quickly wrapped a sarong around the swimsuited Bod, and turned away. All I want for Xmas is a private, secluded swimming hole. Is that too much to ask? Evidently. Better fix the boat sooner rather than later…
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Light My Fire
A short-haired dog the color of pale fire trotted up to me as I ambled home from the ocean this morning. Tawny gold from head to toes, she wagged her tail and gazed up at me in a friendly, expectant manner. Do you have something for me? And actually, I did. I stopped and pulled the…
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Yes/No
Not Grateful To the uncle who abused me To the lovers who battered me To the mother who sided with them To the brother who villainized me To the father who bought it To the niece who ransacked my trust To the friends who refused to bear witness To the relatives who denied aid when…
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My Book for Sale
Dance First …ask questions later: poems & paintings by Shé is now available for purchase. The e-book includes more than 100 poems and 70 artworks spanning 45 of my hard-won years. To celebrate, I sang loudly and danced exuberantly along shore. Variations on the theme Hallelujah! rang through my brain throughout the day, including versions by George…
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Perseverance
“What’s within you is stronger than what’s in your way.” –Antoinette Lee Toscano via the anthology, Women and Water, edited by Straub, Russell, and Hirst What’s in my way, usually, is self-doubt. I once interviewed a dancer for an article about international perspectives. I came away from it wishing for even a small dose of her…
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Undeniable
When I was in third grade, Ms. Robinette sent me up to the fifth grade wing of Will Rogers Elementary to study poetry with the big kids. She recognized my quick and hungry brain, and figured this was one way to divert boredom. I had recently picked out a pair of bright blue wooden clogs…
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Underwater Realm
Not only is gravity suspended under water, time seems to be as well. Hoi polloi noises are muffled, and I float through flocks of small fish. Little forests of seaweed waft in the longshore current, and mosaic’d swimmers dart suddenly away when they realize they’ve been spotted. Stingrays leave round depressions in the seabed, and…
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2Loved2BUgly
So, I shaved my head. I look like Steve McQueen. Or a monk. Not a curl in sight. It’s very soft, though, and quite comforting to pet. But Scorn visited quickly. “You are too ugly to be loved,” she said. Fortunately my inner Pollyanna piped up. “No, babe. You are too loved to be ugly,” which made…
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Poetry Prompter
An assortment of job titles over the years: mussel farmer, ghostwriter, roving flower seller, guerrilla-art-instigator, body double, phone book deliverer, pâté promoter, attendance goddess, canine physical therapist, living sculpture, Ferrari driver, Instant Poetry Booth operator, Literary Lounge host, neighborhood association president. But my favorite title by far is Poetry Prompter. Hired by the Washington State…
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