Tag: wisdom
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Light
When I was a child light shone angels through my fingerscrowning my parents’ faces,blessing the simple tasks of theirs: table setting, pouring water—how it lit the world in my upturned smileand flowed through as I grewand how it followed me homeand stayed, even in the dark.Light was the water, earth,reflecting off every animal, every street,…
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Old Elm Haiku
Its leaves fold,curl inTheir grip yields to the cold windThe elm knows their loss
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Oracles
My grandmother was my oracle, speaking stained insights in a Spanish I hardly understood at the time. My offerings were small but true: kisses, hugs, “I love you” on paper scraps translated by my mother for her knowing. It was as if I had written them in blood and it became a forever tattoo of…
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A Harsh Wind
The wind howls in smelling of prisons, cemeteries, hospital ashes— misery.“What does it want from us?”,the people ask. The wind does not answer.They, demand it go away,scram like a lost, confused doglooking desperately for its owner.Instead the wind blows their paintings off their hooks,knocks over their table lights,blows their precious paperswith their meaningful wordsoff their…
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A Discovered Graveyard
(After Robert Frost’s In a Disused Graveyard)The dead come along the living unexpectedly,their grassy treads kicking upon their stonesonce upright now downturned in the weeds.They just wish to rest in peace, away from these stumbling fools that wound themselveson weathered marble letters written large: “THE ONES WHO LIVING COME TODAYTO READ THE STONES AND GO…