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A Desk of My Own: July 2015
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A Desk of My Own. Tuesday, July 28, 2015. Things They Carry With Them. Months have been spent on the jettison –. What to pitch, how to downsize. Sentimentality has been given no quarter. Beds, flowerpots, side tables –. Nothing sacred, nothing beyond the swinging axe. Cutting ties to just-a-house, merely-a-town. But things will be carried. Wine, of course, to toast a new life,. New jobs, new perspective. Dogs, because poodles don’t stay behind. And ghosts will accompany them, our shadows –.
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A Desk of My Own: Genius
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A Desk of My Own. Saturday, January 31, 2015. I was never the smartest,. But always knew how. To make the connection,. To draw an analogy,. To ask a good question. I always missed marks of distinction,. Doing well enough to move on:. Always worked just hard enough. Always at the last minute,. Always meeting the deadline, just. Is one who knows. What to say at a the right moment,. What to listen to or ignore,. What matters or not. Lessons learned through hard experience. Are most weighty;. Tough to hold,.
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A Desk of My Own: Things They Carry With Them
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A Desk of My Own. Tuesday, July 28, 2015. Things They Carry With Them. Months have been spent on the jettison –. What to pitch, how to downsize. Sentimentality has been given no quarter. Beds, flowerpots, side tables –. Nothing sacred, nothing beyond the swinging axe. Cutting ties to just-a-house, merely-a-town. But things will be carried. Wine, of course, to toast a new life,. New jobs, new perspective. Dogs, because poodles don’t stay behind. And ghosts will accompany them, our shadows –.
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A Desk of My Own: Trolls
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A Desk of My Own. Thursday, June 11, 2015. Under their bridges they plan their. Attacks on the innocent. Lurking and rubbing their hands in glee. While I fall into their trap –. I respond, I argue, I give them the time of day. I waste my wherewithall. Fretting over erroneous statements. Proffered with a dash of outrage. They invent and ascribe,. I defend and explain. They disguise themselves as humans and I buy it. I offer reason and sound arguments. As they retreat to their caves and mountains;.
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A Desk of My Own: March 2015
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A Desk of My Own. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Your voice carries your legal struggles. And lurid details of betrayal across from your table to mine –. Too much information for those of us. Whose involvement you compel without our concurrence. We become embroiled in your lust for justice. And shudder as your voice rises in anger. You glance at me as you hang up and I sit, condemned. Along with the putz of a lawyer I heard you fire. Disregarding other patrons’ conversations. You insist on our attendance.
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A Desk of My Own: December 2014
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A Desk of My Own. Monday, December 22, 2014. The plates are not yet clean from the feast. And yet the great preparation commences. The bite in the air portends. The advent, the beginning. My heart feels dull and strands of worry. Too much, it’s too much to contemplate. How to ready my house, my heart? I feel no flair yet, no novel approach. To set the scene for the stable,. The semblance of security, the safety of home. Snow today – steady, small bits. Accumulating no mass as yet. And I wanted, I wanted.
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A Desk of My Own: May 2015
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A Desk of My Own. Saturday, May 23, 2015. Two swings required –. Close together, preferably,. So we can hold hands. In tandem, in synchrony. Legs pump back and forth. Building to frightening heights. Where, suspended momentarily,. The chains catch on reversal. So we can discuss. The day’s events. The day’s events. My hair flies out behind then forward, across my face,. Air rushes past my ears –. I hear only what I want to hear; you laugh,. We speak without words. So we can stretch. Our legs to the sky.
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A Desk of My Own: Public Exposure
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A Desk of My Own. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Your voice carries your legal struggles. And lurid details of betrayal across from your table to mine –. Too much information for those of us. Whose involvement you compel without our concurrence. We become embroiled in your lust for justice. And shudder as your voice rises in anger. You glance at me as you hang up and I sit, condemned. Along with the putz of a lawyer I heard you fire. Disregarding other patrons’ conversations. You insist on our attendance.
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A Desk of My Own: Piercing Beauty
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A Desk of My Own. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. On the news they showed a stunning image –. Hovering in the distance a perfect, luminous rainbow. Missing only a pot of gold to be the stuff of fairies. And just left of its midpoint,. The perfectly formed funnel of a tornado,. Penetrating purples and blues. Such uncommon beauty –. Noisy color amidst dark clouds,. Clean lines of the horizon. Holding up a faultless arc,. Brimming with boundless prospects. And the cone, so perfectly formed,. What is its point?
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A Desk of My Own: Guest Poem!
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A Desk of My Own. Thursday, April 9, 2015. My husband is also a poet, and he recently wrote this beautiful poem about his father. I wanted to share it. You wore a pinstripe suit on that lazy evening after work. When you dove to catch the soccer ball I kicked to score. Past your imaginary goalpost defense in our game. And in that suit my mother rushed you to the hospital. To treat your broken arm while I was hiding behind the couch. It was your signature tweed jacket you were sporting,. Writer, poet, mom,...
