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the crow

it’s not the branch on which the crow perches above the world; it’s that he perches above the world Carolyn Fridman

weeping willows, sweeping showers

just before dawn, when the air is still, i rise to peer over the windowsill.the mist hangs heavy upon the lake,willows weeping in its wake.last night’s storm has tilled the earth and I am restless in its birthto see once moreweeping willows, sweeping showers. the stepping stones are slick with dew;a mourning dove calls out her cooaboutContinue reading “weeping willows, sweeping showers”

a room on the river

we had a room on the river and a futon and a cat and in the winter we rode the snowy hills and drank beer by the fire and you said it would always be like that but the nights were long and cold and the winter was dark and and and we drifted apartContinue reading “a room on the river”

anxiety is.

reality is a traffic jamanxiety is a car accident reality is laughteranxiety is at me reality is they’re busyanxiety is they don’t like me reality is a phone callanxiety is someone died reality is a fire drillanxiety is a shooting reality is an accidentanxiety is a bad mom reality is accomplishmentanxiety is not good enoughContinue reading “anxiety is.”