Belmar

Belmar

Each year the undertow took us farther out to sea, while we tread water, a graveyard beneath our feet, the waves grinding us down like sea glass.

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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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Angels Have Been Assigned to You

Angels Have Been Assigned to You

And I know the whole night Makena was with my father she didn’t see his racism, his privilege, or the young boy who had lost his mother at five years old. She didn’t have his history.
She just saw the soul of him.

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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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