Poetry Thursday

If you tell me miracles do not happen I will not contradict you. I cannot point to precise amounts of money showing up in time to save the curly-headed ingenue lashed to the tracks from the fiery vengeance of a foul-breathed dragon. I do not believe in spontaneous healing or insta-overhauls and I am pretty [...]

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Take yourself back to first grade or kindergarten or nursery school or wherever you first learned how to really learn: One thing at a time. One fascinating thing that intrigued you at first pulling you in, with its shiny sexy foreign just-a-bit-beyond-you mystery  and newness. Your shoes, maybe, the first time you pictured them going from [...]

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I will not lie to you, I have chewed my nails down to nubs to keep from grabbing a fresh cigarette. I have wept before pieces of chocolate cake and crusty heels of bread. I have powered through eight kinds of pain to run one more mile lift five more pounds bend one more inch. [...]

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I have Fred Rogers on my phone. When I turn it on, there he is, in his red zip cardigan  and gray flannel slacks. When I get a call, he answers, in his black dress socks, a work shoe in one hand a faded blue deck shoe with white laces beside him, ready for today’s [...]

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Do not wish away time or fat or fear or change or any other enemy. If you face them, those thieves of what you thought you wanted will show you to your heart’s true love. If you hide, in the dark in a bottle in a bag of Doritos in the glow of a screen [...]

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I waited for weeks for that odometer to roll over: the first 50,000 miles I’d put on a car ever. First EVER. Not the extra fifty I helped put on the family car or the twenty/ten/five that got me to fifty on all of those   other cars, 50,000 miles, from zero to five-oh (save the few [...]

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Is it all too much? It is, I can see, and so can you, on a good day when you are well-rested well-fed focused on something you love unfocused enough to feel at one with The Love. Please, do not worry. Or do, if you must. A shift of something in the air in your [...]

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Your shit didn’t break all at once or in order, you could argue that it never broke at all, that you were just you, fixing yourself the best way you knew how, splinting your own leg up there on the mountain, miles and miles from a trained professional. So go. Roll out a doughy stretch [...]

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I am imagining you a song: it is the song of your dreams if your dream is to hear Frank Loesser’s “More I Cannot Wish You” sung by  the perfect Irish baritone, breaking here and there in places because he’s seen and heard it all, or a virginal chorus of earnest high school voices, painfully [...]

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I am annoyed by this fake movie with Jennifer Aniston and this real guy falling asleep in my lap, in my airspace And I am annoyed by my pants not fitting and by all the things I ate to make them that way And I am annoyed by the books I brought to read because [...]

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