We are all every age we have ever been

We are all every age we have ever been

Now when I look in the mirror my mother and grandmother and great mother and even my daughter and granddaughter are staring back at me, and I’m so grateful for all of us, it helps me understand time is not linear.

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Resilience

Resilience

This is not a poem about love – it’s how we find the compass to truth north in an old pocket in a dusty closet.

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Epilogue

Epilogue

All who lived here before are still present – the woman who birthed a baby in your bedroom, the argument that still lives in the kitchen.

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Vedic

Vedic

Everything is what death wants you to have before she takes you, clinging to earth like a vine, raining on her with hot tears of memory,

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