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To the nines

“Form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form.” Buddhist “Heart of Perfect Wisdom Sutra” Sam, It is the year of the Monkey, the ninth of twelve animals in the Chinese zodiac cycle. And, the ninth year of living without you—and your monkey-hugs.

Day 24, “Returning”

Poem #24: “Returning” As a child, I looked When I heard the jingle Of my lost dog’s metal tags Paper phone numbers fading Blowing away I looked Just in case And there she was… Returning Now, I look When I hear the sound Of my lost child’s melting voice Footsteps on […]

Day 18, “Interview”

Sam

My apologies for this snarky poem. Starting to show some NaPoWriMo wear and tear. Wrote commentary (below) to explain more. Poem #18: “Interview” What do you do? I’m into haiku Where do you work? In my head (smirk) How much does it pay? Nothing, but Namaste So how do you […]

A mother’s words can be so black

These are a mother’s words: “Of all the daughters I could have had, why did God give me an ungrateful one like you? Everything I endured for you! How dare you! How dare you abandon me like this…” Then she tried guilt. “I’ll die if you go…” These timely words, from the […]