Promised Land

I miss the joy of learning

the joy of renewal

the joy of ancient words

made new again with

new life, new songs

connections to the past fraying

I drift, adrift, driftless


by the loss of you

of what you represented

of the holiness in myself

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My heart thumps jumps up

Into my throat joyful proud

Today starts your heart

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Easter Sunday 2016

Logged on to post
about how much
I love Cadbury’s crème eggs
and saw instead
that 65 people
mostly women
blown up by a suicide bomber
in Pakistan, with
another 280 injured.
There is no respite today.
My prayers again to the world
for renewal of spirit,
for healing of our sickness,
and for peace in our time.

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This is My America

This is my America.

I wake up each day, grateful, 

knowing my great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers
traveling to this land from across wide seas
not knowing if they could build a life
but opportunity lay ahead
and nothing but persecution lay behind
and they took their Adonai with them
bundled in miniature handmade scrolls
and velvet head coverings.

Knowing that my husband’s ancestors came long before that
either forced onto ships in shackles
for hard lives of brutal labor
or fleeing green hills barren of food
to come here and find plentiful bounty
but hatred still
No Irish signs popping up like
hillside clovers in store windows.

Knowing that my children carry this with them, and more
because their own grandparents,
their father’s familia,
moved here from warmer southern lands
following the trails of San Father Serra
up into Los Angeles
blendings of Latino heritage and cultures,
from California to Texas.

This is my America.

One household, united under God,
With liberty and justice for us all.

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I am the Water

I am the Water that awakens

your Flames. Without me, your

Eternal Light would falter, wither

without my nurishment, my replenishing 

of your burnt out soul. I make you


so you can light the world

on fire again.

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Dried Up

Creative juices

no longer flowing, surging

not like years ago.
Does this mean I’m done?

I’m not the poet I once

pretended to be?
Or is it just calm

peacefulness that sucks me dry?

Drama inspires.

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Dreams Come True

With you, I’ve
revived teenage glories
mingled with poets
pandered politicians
sailed south on a summer cruise
screamed in joy on roller coasters
kissed at midnight on New Year’s Eve
spoken my own words at an open mike
laughed heartily and daily
put the children to bed as you wash dishes
held hands in every movie
woken cuddled in smiles
flown above the ocean waves

A short list
of the fantasies
you’ve made real
with no real attempt
at being fantastic
just honest truth
that this is how you live
to make my dreams
come true.

With you, I’ve
been set free to soar.

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Winding Staircase

Up the winding staircase coils
another attempt at the same story
told with an older woman’s voice
no longer hot and breathless
with sugar-induced manic love
no longer piercingly afraid
of uncontrolled breakage falling

I can handle a few scars

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Weight Wait

Overweight, weighted
down with weight, with weighty thoughts
with a weighty

Proposal. I do
I think I really do want
to lose these weights, these

Shackled pounds that keep
me staggering under the
weight of myself, my

meaty thighs, my thick
ponderousness, my belly.
Lose the weights and fly.

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I’ve lost already. 

Too old, too uneducated, too far 

past your prime. You

younger and stronger and 

with your top-tier university, graduate school, spoon-fed degree,

You’ve beaten me, you’re the acclaimed best and I am



I’ve never been happier

to be not the best

or the youngest or the brightest

The competition, lost, but the life lived, 


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