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My Tree of Life

Sam and me

In memory of Sam, March 2, 1998 – April 30, 2007. It was a ten-inch tall mini-tree in a small plastic pot that sat on the coffee table in the living room. Sprinkled with silver glitter and embellished with tiny silver ornaments. An impulse purchase at Target one December years […]

Reggie, my heart therapy

He sees me June 27, 2014. He loves a freshly cut lawn. He does a down-dog-stretch before squeezing through the rectangular flap of a door. Outside. Sniffing a path, he finds a patch of sun and flops onto his side. Lying still for a minute, he soaks up the warmth […]

Day 20, “Zoo”

Chameleon

Poem #20: “Zoo” Zookeeper’s fingers, relaxed Splayed Leafy chameleon, sticky toes Stayed Don’t be loud, touch Gently Note his eyes, orbit Independently Scaly thing, never misses A fly Spellbound children, eyes Up high On the mini-dinosaur’s Gripping tail In and around knotty branches Going pale   We touched a snake, a […]

Day 19, “Powerful”

Sam's "Powerful Phrases"

Phrases #19: “Powerful” By Sam K. (age 8) Warm spring rain Cool blast of air I’d give up anything for you. Hot summer sand Warm, green ocean water Let the force be with you I love you deeper than the ocean With great power, comes great responsibility

Day 15, “Fly”

Poem "Fly"

Poem #15: “Fly” There was a total lunar eclipse today (Tuesday, April 15th) that turned the moon a coppery red. A blood-moon. And it was one of four total eclipses that will take place in North America within the next year and a half, NASA says. Only wish I could have stayed […]

Day 6, “Nature”

Poem #6: “Nature” By Joey K. (6th grade) I am a rock Lifeless and quiet I wear no shoes nor socks And can’t go on a diet I am a tree Standing tall and thick I give birds and squirrels glee My shape is much like a toothpick I am a […]

My Butterfly: An Elegy

Then when I was distraught And could not speak, Sidelong, full on my cheek, What should that reckless zephyr fling But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing! I found that wing broken to-day! For thou are dead, I said, And the strange birds say. I found it with the […]

Grief is a gorilla

And now, grief is a gorilla. Massive, strong, solid, sometimes silent—it lies still and rests—and sometimes loud—it howls and beats its chest. It can be sluggish and clumsy or nimble and sharp. And, as if I am the dead one, grief holds me and shakes my lifelessness with puzzled eyes, […]