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  • Happy Holidays from Mom and me

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  • Off again off again

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    Have a wonderful holiday, not-holiday, sit on your ass, tip over your tree, drink lots of beer, read lots of poetry, tickle baby feet, howl at the moon (is there a moon?), eat your own cookies sort of weekend. I will try to do the same. Love and love and love, Rach

  • Naughty Nellie

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    The postcards on the wedding tables are over 100 years old, collected from Pat’s great grandma in her youth. Love cards, quick notes – what we have modernized as text messages and emails. But sending and receiving took patience. Patience I don’t think people have anymore. Nellie was her name. There is such an amazing…

  • By morning, Fall is dead

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    I’m one carriage of many. You’re not alone in neurosis, standing in the shower looking back, embarrassed. Red skin – it’s hot water’s fault. Exhale and two pulses pump against my neck. Why when we’re full do we feel nothing of our bodies? Empty and bones rake against flesh. Frost is a wheeling virus, the…

  • Happy Halloween!

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    I’m not showering today or washing my face or putting on a bra or shaving my legs. Clearly no make-up. My face may change. I’ll think about deodorant and brushing my teeth and eating something other than hubba bubba and coffee. Costume enough. Children beware: a poet lives here.

  • A winter day before Halloween

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    I woke up to your baleen lashes filtering visions. Eyes bouncing back and forth underneath skin’s thin layer. I wondered what dreams you were scanning and if a small sliver of your lid would open to reveal a human white – not pure, but threaded with veins. I saw where your iris lay – a…

  • My hand is out for you

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    I plucked an eyelash crop in my sleep. Wishes wet and unmoved, I watched a tree blush with Winter’s proposal. A white terrier barked behind glass. I couldn’t hear a word, but it seemed important he reach someone who wasn’t there. His body jumped with each howl. I’m afraid my girls are lonely. Last night,…

  • Laundry and clean-up

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    Pat and I are looking forward to football today. Some normalcy and good ole fashioned head banging. I don’t even know where to start today except with breakfast and coffee and laundry. I still feel extremely tired and can’t imagine what those people who lost everything are feeling. But it is just stuff and people…

  • Suspended

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    Yesterday, I worked for almost 14 hours in a makeshift newsroom on the 3rd floor conference room overlooking the valley. From up there, you couldn’t tell anything was wrong or that thousands of people were anxiously watching the river teetering over the levees like a water glass about to overflow. There’s the brief moments, the…

  • Creep

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    The mayor has ordered us to leave our building at noon. Computers need to be relocated to higher ground. We’ve set up a station near the mall. Deadline is rushing up and up like the river we are trying to follow. I’m exhausted already. Haven’t eaten a think. Pushing designs and pages as fast as…