Do everyone’s sesame seeds fall off
or only mine?
Chagall 2018
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I am unable to breathe
having an anxiety attack
I want so bad want to
dress in time to make it
outside before the sun sets
Chagall 2018
I wondered why until
one day wonder flew away
I prayed for peace through
peaceful prayer
We are blessed
by the blessings we choose
Wonderment is always
there – et voilà!
Chagall 2018
The earth is a fungal patch
buried deep within the anatomy
of a colossal being.
And we?
Chagall 2018
She writes her poems from back to front
so to discover if to laugh or to cry
by her first draft of the final couplet
Without missing a step at the volta
she leaps backwards across quatrains
shifting moods in return toward home
She alights on the nascent, the nexus
between having thought at all or not,
ultimately and eventually
When the scream or the sonnet is done,
she tucks the pen behind her ear,
adjusts a curl then disappears
Chagall 2018
I am not
who you think
you are.
Chagall 2018
I am startled
by my own movement
sudden and reflected
in the glass that surrounds me.
Chagall 2018
her lips
moist
in the fog
sweet fig
lost
inside
a time
best forgotten
for now
Chagall 2018
It’s not
the way
you think
it is
Chagall 2018
How sad to think I will never again
see Haley’s Comet.
Chagall 2018
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