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nina
Banjo-crazed single mama city girl living in a small town watching the boats go by.
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Oh dear, I totally forgot to write a poem yesterday, and I confess I am relieved to just call it a half-NaPoWriMo and bow out gracefully (or, as is more my style, awkwardly). Thanks to those who checked in. Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2013 at nina turns 50
Half the yard is still unmowed a red kayak and a yellow kayak float slowly down the river sideways with no one on board. Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2013 at nina turns 50
Cleaning the floors today moving furniture, the dust, which is afterall just our shedding, we sweep it in a pile as if we could gather ourselves back up again, keep each cell, each white hair or brown connected to us forever, if only we knew the secret to putting it... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2013 at nina turns 50
There is a sin I must confess before it gives me more distress every time I go to sleep the guilt inside me makes me weep. When I tell you my regret let that satisfy my debt repentant heart forever pure because I've found the perfect cure. By whispering my... Continue reading
Posted Apr 13, 2013 at nina turns 50
I had forgotten that the body remembers every single thing Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2013 at nina turns 50
Oh lord I'm tired been a long ass day, I went out drinking, deserved to play I mowed the grass 'bout three feet tall, but I ain't got no poem at all. Hope you will not shake your head, think me lazy as I go to bed. Because I'm doing... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at nina turns 50
Pierce the skin to know the sugar in the blood. You're not afraid of death, but to think of blindness or a foot sawed off by sterile instruments sharp with purpose and good intentions-- that will steer the sweetest tooth toward a different sort of promiscuity. Your butcher's knives gleam... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2013 at nina turns 50
A fever's coming, I can feel it quick go get the thermometer and for God's sake rinse it off first Lord knows where that thing has been how many times it's been dropped in the toilet or poked into dirty corners it has no business in and bring me a... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2013 at nina turns 50
She wakes up and sees the bruises but she doesn't know where they came from. No, it's not like that, she wonders which table corner or dresser drawer she has idly clipped this time and why it doesn't hurt more when the marks are so colorful and large. She remembers... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2013 at nina turns 50
It was some time before they found the elixir of ice, the hat, the beard the blocky shoes. I rattled the single quarter in my bucket you can imagine how it would look from the doorway. They all began to smile, to nod, I've been been asked this question twenty-three... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2013 at nina turns 50
The boat hit the dock today revved hard backwards but it wasn't enough, we watched the pilings fall over and the workers run back from the approaching starboard bow The blue chairs lined up on the stern deck invited us to sit and watch the clouds cast shadows on the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2013 at nina turns 50
The dam is a marvel, miracle of electricity generated that we take for granted and forget the land beneath the reservoir which was of course, sacred. How casually they mention in the promotional DVD they gave us to take home and watch, the flooded petroglyphs, the other people who even... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2013 at nina turns 50
Do not reminisce about your first crush in junior high, the one who sat behind you in L.A.S.S. and always liked other girls. Try not to wince at the orthodontist's office when they show him the wires and talk of wax and rubber bands and how to brush. Instead make... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2013 at nina turns 50
I'll be on the road for the next few days and so while I may not post here, I will be writing my poems each day and if I can't post them from the road, I will when I get back. Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2013 at nina turns 50
The ritual of my addiciton is not the only lie I tell myself but it's got the most traction so far. Unlike the one about true love, a lid for every pot, soul mate fit like a glove. Can't brew that in your aeropress or buy it from the cute... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2013 at nina turns 50
There once was a chick from Seattle, Republicans brought her to battle: Stay out of my womb or you'll go to your tomb, rue the day you treat women like cattle! *Also please go visit long time blogging pal and poemster extraordinaire, Steve Krodman, over at Lost in the Cheese... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2013 at nina turns 50
We gathered stones on the beach looking for lucky ones, a single stripe around it like a hug. A dark flock of seabirds sped tight and low to the water wings like leaves shimmering in the wind. Each rock he picked up was cooler than the last, look mom, and... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2013 at nina turns 50
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It's National Poetry Month, and time for the official national poem-a-day writing dealio better known as NaPoWriMo. I will endeavor to post a poem here every day during April. I'd beter get craking on today's poem. Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2013 at nina turns 50
Hard to believe, but today marks the beginning of my sixth week of unemployment. I've had two organizations ask me back for second interviews, but after that they ended up choosing someone else. It's odd to be competing against unseen rivals. It's odd to have this space of relatively unstructured... Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2012 at nina turns 50
I want to thank everybody who stopped by to check out my poems during OctPoWriMo. It was really enjoyable and sometimes challenging, and I'm glad I did it. Meanwhile, I am looking for a job. I was unexpectly rendered* unemployed just before my 50th birthday last month. It's been an... Continue reading
Posted Nov 6, 2012 at nina turns 50
I see the trail left by your fingers in the water vee away and disappear. It is quiet, so quiet that we hear the raindrops fall on the river. We eschew the paddles let the slow current take us past ragged pines and cattails, shuttered cabins and large outcrops of... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2012 at nina turns 50
The audacity of the surgeon to take a thin blade and draw a line of blood. What do you learn when you rummage beneath the skin? Is there some essence in the sinews and veins, a secret in the palace of bones? Do you sometimes hesitate to stitch it all... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2012 at nina turns 50
Sitting here drinking a hot cup of Yirgacheffe filling my body with needed caffeine. Hoping that soon I'll feel oodles of energy. Coincidentally, house must be cleaned. Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2012 at nina turns 50
I can no longer remember all that I have lost, the people betrayed, the good intentions gone astray as easily as puffs of seed on the breeze. If I rolled up my failures like a snowball packed hard and built a tall snowman, to let the sun melt it slowly,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2012 at nina turns 50
I am not grateful for the sound of rain through the drainpipe. I am not grateful for the rustling of claws across the roof. I am not grateful for the buzzing alarm that sounds again every ten minutes until I get up. All I know is the soft rush of... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2012 at nina turns 50