Perhaps we lack our purpose
Because we have moved too far away
From our natural rhythms, we center
Our time around sitting
In an unnatural space
40 hours a week, telling... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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1 Nah nah nah.
2 Jazz and snow and highway
3. Slush on windshield
4. Driving to Clackamas on Interstate 5
5. Clack a moose. Sha na na.
6. The GPS interrupts the radio and I strain to make out the direction
7. Seventy three miles per hour
8. Scat... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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1)Isn’t darning thread … just “thread”?
2)I can’t respond; working hours.
3)But conversation will continue in my head as if we were face to face; I will reply to you and there will be private jokes invented, discovered.
4)Refocus on the task ahead;... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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I said goodbye to my sanity today
I could not keep it and still love you
for following you was never a rational thing.
So I keep stowing away on ships
talking to the silent fish
and leaving a blood trail for them to... – by Ariel | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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The world spins you at sixty-six thousand miles
It wraps you around the sun from the moment of your... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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My brother comes home
and I will have to remember knots;
half-hitches and cloves and
complicated ones from boy scout manuals,
their uses and their... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Lets talk now
about the unspoken subject.
The facts I hide
even from myself
somewhere in my memory,
someplace that is often inaccessible,
among the anger
I don't allow myself to feel.
My thoughts on the subject?
That is another thing
I don't allow... – by Ariel | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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Shame is the color I remember
an empirical shade – no hiding in the back of the room.
My mother dressed me in it;
head to toe on Sunday,
partially clad in it the rest of the week,
my sins an insufficient garment.
Even young, I seemingly required... – by Ariel | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Maybe the problem is that
I’m always stuck in the month;
those two weeks that held my heart
and choices captive in two different... – by Ariel | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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When I was a rabbit
the coyote was at my door
leaving me shivering
in the dark.
Unable to feast on fresh grass & leaves
I had to survive on my dried leavings
until I thought I was stuck
in winter’s... – by Ariel | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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i stay silent
stay still
i can feel the house sliding towards me
and i sliding away towards the neighbors' house
everything moving to the right
to the east
to the... – by Ariel | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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can't completely blame you for dismissing me –
after all i keep the smile on as a disguise.
but without it you call me a harridan, a bad
attitude, a bitch face.
without the smile, the accepting laughter at your jokes
i am invisible. so i smile... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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doesn’t like being questioned
that’s why he ran away
left the room, closed the doors
took his toys with him
so he wouldn’t have to answer;
he doesn’t like being pressed for... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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you deny doing so,
your words place me in a breadbox
with “dear” “sweetheart” “miss”
and a hand that cuts up in the air signaling me to quiet
as you over-talk my attempts
so you can talk, inform, educate... – by Ariel | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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it’s should be expected after election day
the weather as unsettled as i am
a frantic bite to the chilling air
in the frentic wind there is little chittering voices
squirrels and winter birds in revolt
a tiny brown bird hides among the bare branches... – by Ariel | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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i’m looking for the prize in this junk filled box
of pestilential chemicals and oil disguised as nutrition
“lucky” the front of the box says and yet no luck here
it’s as if some orange beast dictated lies, coached conway’s newspeak
i can’t swallow... – by Ariel | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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we need that tall wall.
perhaps we need to contain this wanton hate, our wrecked violence in.
like a delinquent weaned on jealousy -
toss ourselves into a cell behind barbed... – by Ariel | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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the long cool roll of verdant mill creek
with ducks cruising among thirsty roots and mossy rocks like riverboats
a pepper- red poppy stands in the early summer sun.
a high-tempered diva, she stands among “love in a mist” and orange... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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path that winds downhill
is overgrown this year;
it catches the wheels of my cart,
spills out my water.
i am late to this painting party -
grapes are mostly eaten,
remaining guests sparse,
folding chairs scattered the length of its cut... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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morn on an overcast day
it oregoned at Mission Mill.
a slight mist that became a drizzle,
became a heavy sprinkle where observers would
seek shelter under mature trees
became drops forming a... – by Ariel | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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The older docent glares at me
as she sees me enter, coke classic, in hand
If my other hand did not hold a ticket,
I’m sure she would refuse me.
She directs me to pour the liquid out, stipulating
the house is a museum
full of heirlooms of another... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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At grief support, they gave me
a piece of petrified stone,
polished, to comfort me;
I wrote “adventure” on it, for that is how
I want to remember you –
or so I... – by Ariel | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Worn carpet, smelling of
body sweat & animals,
bright red shawl – soft soft yarn –
draped over bowed head;
this is a ritual since December
Feet on carpet. Knees on raised stair.
Low tune from the heater as warm
current brushes thigh, back;... – by Ariel | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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I can’t wake from the nightmare you are dead.
I dream of you
smelling the forest on your skin,
have conversations we never had,
like last night’s conversation on the history of our valley;
who owned the land before,
what they farmed,
your... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Your power exists in the moment of now.
It is the only place you can make a difference
In your life and in the lives of others.
The past is gone, done with, unchangeable;
You have no power there.
The only use of the past
Is to use its lessons to... – by Ariel | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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The fog is in the fir trees,
Now dragging its slimy belly
On the bank.
Even the dirt keeps breathing
A small death.
Taken from the ocean,
The river turns upon itself.
In the dark time, an eye
Begins to... – by Ariel | 1 View added 2 years ago
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Am I innocent? Do I not share the guilt?
Perhaps the family is right;
Maybe I did give up too easily.
They cannot understand why I will not forget,
Why I refuse to forgive
And maintain the silence;
As if I must always pay the price of compliance.... – by Ariel | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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I watch the exploitation of the starving
And watch the fat “Johnsons” say
They are the lucky ones;
They are lucky to be alive to feel
The... – by Ariel | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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Tonight there’s a party
on the other side of the world
World, can’t you hear the laughter?
World, can’t you feel the peace?
Pause for this moment in your day;
Pause your arguments & listen;
Listen and you’ll hear how peace is born
Born of... – by Ariel | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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“I hated poetry. … I want to read a poem by someone who looks like me.”
Miguel Loredo, Native American... – by Ariel | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Keeping job requires
new skills today - balancing
the State on her... – by Ariel | 1 View added 2 years ago
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Salem thinks I exist in purple -
the multitude shades of it,
feminine soft lilac
bold, saucy plum
for I drape myself in them -
but i don’t …
I exist in the... – by Ariel | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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“…But still man must wait to enter.
This is Soyal, the Blue-masked catsina
With a fiery red antenna, it opens the way to greet all that grows.
Hopis do not forget the germination process”
From “Soyal”
Robert Boissiere
Meditations With the... – by Ariel | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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