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The car engulfed with waves of mulled citrus mist warmed by your face watching mine in the mirror from the hallway as I lacquer on deep burgundy candy apple lipstick before the sun awakes early April morning. Memories of orange blossoms permeating the night sky on Route 66… the beige top down on the old [...] I have loved the thought of you since dawn… My soul was touched at twilight, melting my five year old heart as first stars appeared on the horizon in winter. Whispers… Hold my heart’s attention like the saxophone notes that breeze past gracing walls as sounds drift up the stairs [...]
We tried each other on New best friends Playing “Barbie” in our sixties. A task not for the faint hearted. She had gone on vacation summer 1965 Never returning [...] She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born a female.” As if I had a choice at six Little children come back for more.
She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born so smart. Men don’t like smart women.” I was twelve came back for more.
She used to [...] Denim blues on fences painted Jackalope Fences ©1996 by Joshua Liberman Ready for a party of skulls & wooden angels Hung on nails, left to wither… Adorn the roadside where we stop to buy chilies and beer Just past the right turn of the Rio Grande. Purple blue mountain ranges divide horizons Pointing North [...] many kinds of bars on windows types of locks on gates holding us in with no skin to protect the soul
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Pieces of me are falling away Little bits, I disavowed one day when I denied I had feelings, When I had no time to hurt or cry. Pieces not dealt with or honored, As if I had lifetimes to recapture this memory or that little [...]
Citrus smells of childhood Lemon, orange, grapefruit Tasted through the car windows – Open Open… Letting March’s warmth in As waves of the Arizona desert air Come crashing against my cheeks. My heart skips beats of joy As the little girl plays hop-scotch Skipping on one foot, Then the other. In black patent [...] Seven is too young to die… http://www.haemoblues.com/about_you.asp You were too little to be so sick. I watched you lying in a tent, Helpless Nothing to give you Only hugs. Band-Aids didn’t work anymore Round face, sad eyes Pain that could be seen through The plastic that helped you breathe. Seven is too young to [...] “God doesn’t throw dice,”* Rabbi answered when asked why and why again. So many questions So few answers Why…the Romans, the Greeks, the Syrians Why and why again Why…the Egyptians the Inquisition, the Germans The world against us ‘Why’? What to say the Rabbi thought To bring a little peace A little peace at [...] |
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