I invoke my dead mom as if she were Siri,
I say Hey Mom, make it stop raining
Chagall 2019
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Sometimes we are possessed.
Who knows why.
Chagall 2019
She said I’ve
two different
shoes, same
foot, I say
my life’s been
pretty much
the same
Hop to me, baby
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The tickle in your brain when you’re sober
outshines any high.
Chagall 2019
Imagined filament snares lost angels,
yet hosannah still sings
In time those strands do fade
Hear the bells,
sounds of joy
The beat of wings
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I want you
to know that
I giggle hysterically
when I come
Haven’t laughed
like this in years
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The money I withdraw
to pay last year’s tax,
is itself taxed, and will be
the basis for having to withdraw
more money next year, ad infinitum
Chagall 2019 – No taxation without constipation!
When Mr. Quan died
one of his 5th graders said that
her favorite memory was his challenge to the class
to play their recorders faster and louder than he
and the wonderful frenzy that followed
(Please see his Memorial here
I urge you to scroll down and read the notes of condolence found there)
Chagall 2019
original post OCT, 2017
May you someday know the joy of
playing music with your own child.
Chagall 2019
Your lower lip presses on mine,
our heads tilt back slightly so that
our upper lips are separated by a gap of air,
we blink once for every tremor we feel,
the other’s pulse.
When those eventually slow,
we lean forward and in.
Chagall 2019
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