Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

Memory Film of Point Roberts   Summer of ‘98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp …

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Poem: False Memories

False Memories I am always surprised by the childhood memories that creep into the corners of my mind.   They are hazy memories, cloudy memories, memories of a pair of shoes I owned or that, once, I loved reading mysteries.   I shift them, roll them around, but they don’t fit quite right, as though …

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Poem: My Body is My Home

My Body is my Home My body was a motel, cracked walls and peeling paint yellowed with age and cigarette smoke. The bedspread, the color of something you’d find under the kitchen sink, was rumpled and misshapen from the people who stayed there. They came and went as they pleased, staining worn carpet with mud …

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