by jexmas on February 14, 2017

What is the wind but the exasperated exhale of the earth in time
And the rain, nothing but tears of sadness about the state of things
These downpours of the past few weeks have drenched us all
Filled our dams to overflowing and put us in a kind of danger
That feels like a metaphor for the deluge of hatred invading our country
How many people have had to flee
How many people will not come back
How many people left their being in limbo
Their houses filled with the love and fluff of their lives
Waiting for the flood, the tidal wave of forces too powerful
The downpour too sad to stop, too strong to cry
Where will we be after this deluge
Miles down the river and nowhere to go



by jexmas on January 22, 2017

When I look at the clock again
Watch the second hand click
Around the clock face
With such strict rules
One second at a time
I want life to be different
I want life to be free
From the ticks and clicks
Of one-second increments

My time, as old as life itself
Ticking by with such regularity
Puts things in perspective
How things are
The meaning I make
Is all that counts
One second at a time
As life goes by


Too little too late

November 24, 2016

I stayed up too late, writing too little Wrinkled fingers and tired eyes Outside, the charcoal watercolor wash Dampened the shore’s cool midnight White-winged gulls no longer cried Tucked their screeches under their wings Lonely loons quieted their loony tunes In the twinkling steel and diamond sky As for me, bed beckoned and I obeyed […]

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November 24, 2016

Before the first drops My spider retreats Waits under overlapping leaves Watches while her web Washes away again When the sky clears My spider has already Forgotten that tattered life Starts weaving again Slowly building a new dream While the sun shines My spider sees her ends Picks up her ragged cables Weaves them back […]

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November 22, 2016

In the fields in the tractor I held the tiny lamb in my arms Rescued from the drought And the mother Who abandoned it In the relentless, parching sun On the road in the tractor I held the tiny lamb in my arms And watched while it died So silently It just stopped breathing Silent, […]

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October 23, 2016

I think I was once your sister I remember you in my room When we made somber deals and pacts Took turns to stroke each other’s backs Because we needed to be touched Because we needed to be enough I think I was related to you I watch your children bickering Easily free, they are […]

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August 31, 2016

I grew up in a garden Where blizzards of cherry blossom petals Blew in flurries across the yard like snowflakes Where we kicked the piles Of petals up into the wind Watching while they whirled and fluttered Back down to the wet green grass Landing in piles of limp pink puff I grew up in […]

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July 11, 2016

Tell me the smallest thing About being alive It might be the beating Of hummingbird wings Such tiny feathers Tiny concerns A drop of nectar A battle for a flower I do not hear The whispers of passion Only feel the slightest Shift in the air

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Deck chair

June 21, 2016

I thought of something Like distance Between me and the deck chair On the lawn Surrounded by pink cherry blossoms Red rhododendrons There is meaning to be made But not today Walking, striding, skipping, running Woman I will sit in the end But not today

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June 16, 2016

Before I was born I was vapor Mist in the park Across the street From where I was going to live Mist on the lake Whispering to the yabbies And the minnows Who lived in the silence Before I was there To look for them

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