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The Chase: First Day

The Chase – First Day   Water breaks and there she blows gently down the stream. Alone again as when a girl but lulled by internal bowers never visited. Jungle greens and hot pinks pulsing drawing me in in in in the boat of my body in a gently tightening spiral to the spring the […]

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The Symphony

The Symphony   When I first split into womanhood (forty – forty – forty years ago!) the world split in two like an apple. Men were frightening, women more so, and some days I hardly knew which half to bite down on. It was hot then and maybe the sky was a woman, the river […]

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Cetology

Cetology               For small erections may be finished by their first             architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the             copestone to posterity.  God keep me from ever             completing anything.  This whole book is but a             draught—nay, but the draught of a draught.             Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience! Herman […]

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Our Mark

Our Mark The women in my family come slowly to themselves. Decade by decade little habits of faith, of nurturance, drop from them until they are almost raw curiosity and off they go. Loop to loop then they trace that oldest walkabout, press their bodies into its mark. Infinite numbers of women have fallen into […]

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The Advocate*

The Advocate  There are things, mostly blood- related, we never tell the men. Some things can’t be fit to words unless people have sailed the same ocean, done the same butchery, hunted the over-sized beast with the same mix of lust and dread.   Waiting in the kitchen for a phone call about the birth […]

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The Chapel

The Chapel   Color sound texture temperature shape flavor fragrance attraction pressure memory dream song breath   All these things are not without their meaning.   There is death in this business of the corporeal chapel. There is birth. And all things in between. Take this body if you want it, eat it up. Or […]

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The Masthead

The Masthead   This place I rest becalmed above habitual chores horizon-blind seduced back to myself by luxury of time and temperature the liquid air the solid sea the singularity of elements, and love,   and loving, lose myself in sea and air and oak plank so that falling would not bring horror, memory of […]

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The Counterpane

The Counterpane These savages have an innate sense of delicacy, say what you will.   First light. First color. Grandma’s quilt, the one made from our old cowboy and Indian pjs, her house dresses, aprons. I lay under generations of genetic code this morning with a strange brown arm flung across my neck. I smell […]

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Qohelet 11

Qohelet 11   In the womb who knows how mingled exhalations solidify and animate the being there? It grows, unfurls from its given code— a little emptiness left for surprise— to make bones, to synchronize its heartbeat with the earth’s breath.   The woman casts everything she knows into the, yes, wayward wind, onto the, […]

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Happy Mother’s Day

As I Pondered in Silence after Whitman All these poems   all these hungry things  and all the women behind them My mother’s mother’s mother was a sailor   and her daughter was a witch—healthy  solid vital  curious  amused – and her daughter a nurse   and hers a poet and mine a nomad.   My beautiful body […]

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