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my pain

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  My housemate friend asked me about my pain. Yes, it’s a big topic.  I love myself unconditionally, and I understand deep in my bones that all bodies are valid bodies. My pain might be like yours, or it might be different.  But I wrote a list poem, and I… Read More »

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incantation for welcoming

Hello, how are you doing?  At the Friends meeting yesterday, I had quite an hour of silence.  It’s like meditation, but I feel more free.  I sat down, settled in physically, and began to welcome myself–it was more elaborate than usual.  It turned into an incantation for welcoming myself. Like a poem and prayer.  You… Read More »

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what I like about our new home

Hello, how are you doing?  I hope you have a lovely home to live in.  Ming and I are newly snug, living in a housing co-op in Oregon for three weeks now.  I made this St Brigid’s cross out of lavender as an art gift blessing for the house.  Here’s a poem about what I… Read More »

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the earth is my home

Hello, how are you doing?  Toward the middle of the homelessness of me and Ming, I wrote this poem The Earth is My Home. It’s important to me because it speaks exactly what I was feeling at the time–a clear delivery from Mother God.  It’s about home, putting love at the center of well-being, and… Read More »

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disabled dancing

Hello, I recorded a new poem “disabled dancing.”  I wrote it a few days ago after chalice circle.  We’d been talking about pets, and I was thinking a lot about teeth.  How some people get their pets’ teeth cleaned, but I live with elders who’ve been chronically homeless, and mostly they don’t have teeth.  I… Read More »

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how to sing your way through a panic attack

I wrote this poem how to sing your way through a panic attack this morning in the kitchen.  Although it’s written as instructions, it’s autobiographical.  I hope it gives you ideas of how to feel your feelings, grapple with death, and keep trying. Ming recorded me reading it.  We’re staying at a gorgeous cabin in… Read More »

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snail poem

There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students.  Was I a jerk, to assign this poem?  Who knows.  Well, you couldn’t say it was boring.  I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »

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soup poem

Hey, I laid out a little poem about soup. Could anyone but me care about this soup poem?  I hope so.  I looked at other poems, on the #poemsofinstagram hashtag, and they are mostly really boring.  Poems you would expect.  This is a weird poem, I guess. I write the poems I need to.  Really… Read More »