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Thursday, September 21, 2006. Written for my mother, Angela Brill Thaler, in 1984, soon after. How their mothers are dead. Except behind the ironing board. And in unfulfilled dreams -. Floating on her back in blue water. She is monumental as mountains. Head on, two cars prove -. She is full of bones. And a good deal of brain.
Friday, November 17, 2006. My family is hugely important to me. New Baby June, born November 14, 2007. In these last fertile weeks of the year. Nico took his first steps. Tiago learned how to read. Leify learned how to talk. Without wings,underwater, while. Leapt into the pool, and sweet.
Driving Cross Country with Andy and Day. Friday, November 24, 2006. So much loss I need to expound about that one. How I at age 42. Swam my way over the breadth of America. With two 13 year old boys. Both alive in those days and we were driving. To see them, but there was in those days. We swam in the Willamette before we left home.
Sunday, November 26, 2006. Of Andy started in May. Delicious, fat, golden sun. Day after day, I lay with my new. Baby son, my chubby, pink, naked. Beautiful peeper, under that sun. Not to trust, while my just as. Naked, just as beautiful, impishly. Adorable daughter, my Dawn,. Played Barbie, or waded, or. Was almost as naked as they.
Love Poem with my Grandparents in Mind. Sunday, December 10, 2006. By Joan Dobbie March 2004. We were building a pond together. Bring those stones, you said, here hold this plastic. And as I carried, and pulled, lifted, and lay down,. And you carried and pulled, lifted, and lay down,. Without the two of us. As we sat in our lawn chairs, lightly touching fingers,. Over our statues and stones and.
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How I Came To Be On Earth. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. One velvet star struck night. In May, near the tiny town. Of Trogan, Switzerland, not so very long. Before World War II. Was finally really over,. And everyone in refugee camp. Was just about worn out. My father took my mothers. Work-worn still young hand. And led her purposefully. Tiptoeing past the shabby canvas cot. Where my pretty blond sister, Elfie,. Lay sleeping, past the only slightly. Where my pretty dark cousin, Blanca,. Find my poems in.CONTENT
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Saturday, December 2, 2006. HOW I MADE A FRIEND. Hey Monkey Man, Prince man, King of the Castle. Bicycle Rider, Scaler of Trees. Be my friend, please, if you will. Teach me to ride with you, climb with you. Teach me to sway with the breeze. Show me the secrets of Pumpkinland Heaven. Map me the path of her moon. Pray that she shines on me soon. Silly man, Monkey Man, rider of rapids.
After dreaming what I dream. I wake to my world. Outside my window the sparrows and starlings. Inside my mind is my daughter. Dawn who lives with her boyfriend. She is sick with an ear infection. It is too early to call or bring. I would like to bring her mint tea. My Andy and friends are sleeping. All over the living-room floor. All of them have been playing.
The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. Then the next day it died again. Those were the days left for mourning. There was always a new death. After a while the baby started dying as well. It became a daily occurrence. Dog death and baby death. Then came the leaving of lovers. They came just to leave. They left you and then the next day. It was a kind of daily rape.
Friday, January 5, 2007. It happens i turn on cold. And the spray as it tickels my toes. Or waking on a hot night. And reaching for some body. This too Y E E S S S. And the grins on our faces.