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Keys
Read more: KeysThey were lost Or rather Sometimes the Norns hide things In the present To reveal the past Which determines the future That day set us back to a place Where the jagged edges Carved sharply into our hearts There is no linear path To pain It spirals, each curve Touching new points On the same…
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Monarca
Read more: MonarcaMonarca by Carmen H Gray Soft, soft I hear Buzzing silence Proboscis unfurls Tiny insect feet Stepping gently On the pads of my fingers She is changed And I am pleased To witness her
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Conversations with My Father
Read more: Conversations with My Fatherby Carmen H Gray How do you have a conversation with your father when he isn’t quite himself? I’ve been learning to navigate this recently. Tonight I called him to check in on the state of things. He informed me that his sitter had been ensuring that he eats and drinks. He also gave high…
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Half Moon
Read more: Half MoonHalf Moon by Carmen H Gray Today, as I leaned down into the ground Connecting to the floor with the right hand and foot While lifting the other half of myself skyward Gravity pulled drops of sweat down To puddle together near my right fingertips I was invited to remember How two opposing energies Generate…
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Suspended
Read more: SuspendedFor it’s our grief that gives us our gratitude, Shows us how to find hope, if we ever lose it. So ensure that this ache wasn’t endured in vain: Do not ignore the pain. Give it purpose. Use it. -Amanda Gorman Suspended by Carmen H Gray Fold yourself gently into it, my love Suspension is…
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Dark Night
Read more: Dark NightArt & Poem by Carmen H Gray I wrote the poem below 25 years ago. Found it today rummaging through old things this morning and it inspired a self-portrait.…
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Autumn
Read more: AutumnArt and Poetry by Carmen H Gray Autumn The clouds opened up in October Fay beings in my garden All of the old souls summoned from the cold, misty northlands Landing hither and thither On that one flower that overshadows me It grew from seed, you never know what will happen When you send seeds…
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11.20.14
Read more: 11.20.14by Carmen H Gray the waves lapped at the shore industrial waste in a place where freshwater meets saltwater the bright sky viewing a town that feels like a story I’ve written like time stopped here, somewhere in the 1970’s of my childhood and it may as well be a repeat of those chaotic times…
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Today
Read more: TodayToday by Carmen H Gray It’s Easter Sunday and April Fool’s I came across an old birthday card A token of a time when I was the perfect mother In my daughter’s eyes Before the cancer and the heavy stuff Before the hormones and the teen angst Now it’s all eye rolling and pfftsss…
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