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Chi for Hypnotic web

This morning, hubs beat me out of bed. He showered, dressed, and brushed my lips with a kiss. He said his usual “see you later,” as he rarely says goodbye. It’s too final. Two are away with relatives for the weekend. It’s commonplace these days. The other two olders lay on the floor of Chi’s […]

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SWF: This Sky

It’s been endlessly raining here lately Clouds have been crying for days Mourning loss, lamenting apathy, wishing change Soon, though, the skies will clear Those white wisps of nebulous design Once again swirling into imagination’s beings The rays of golden light appearing – – Breaking through atmosphere like heaven’s ladder Bringing hope in ground bending […]

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the graduate

Your mortar board sits waiting; Gown still creased, in folds. Those symbols of accomplishment, of transition Untouched. That walk I thought you’d be taking? Across that long, long stage And into adulthood Into the future Into yourself. Not taken. I worry. Without these steps, will you stumble? Without this passage, does progress slow? Without that […]

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This morning he called to announce your death, Dr. Angelou

This morning he called to announce your death But to me, Dr. A, you are quite alive still Your poems, they speak Of love, loss, and learning And – more important, perhaps – of forgiving and persevering Your words, like gentle whispers, reminding me “I am woman, phenomenally” Ain’t I? You said that life is […]

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Chaotic playground scene

By Rachelle Jones Smith The man came to the playground with a gun. He entered through a gate, Walked past the swings, And began shooting. He reached the jungle gym. One shot. A pause. Then, a burst from the gun in his outstretched hand. A dozen children ran. Bullets flew by them. Parents watching screamed […]

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Quiet: a sonnet

We’re still working on poetry in my classroom. Today’s workshop? Sonnets. So I attempted one, and if you read it slant, it loosely qualifies for the form. Mind you, I don’t “do” iambic pentameter that Shaky loved to employ. I’ve figured out that silence Is more powerful than speech Not voicing a single sentence He […]

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