Dementia
words,
once her escape,
escape her,
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A sun portal
in a redwood grove.
The quickening of a loved one’s
last breath.
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I lie low.
Fear follows
me down,
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The Earth doesn't need
to keep a diary
of our sins.
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My soul is old.
Ancient, even.
Battle worn, weary.
She takes frequent breaks.
Needs a lot of breathing room.
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The following are pearls of wisdom I got while hiking the Cinderella trail in Joaquin Miller Park, Oakland, CA. It felt like a metaphoric take on the fairy tale—releasing old [...]
Low and guttural,
Wrenched from that
Place
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We came out in droves
Because you cannot keep us down
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Memories of you are on replay in my head
I miss how you’d hold me in our bed
when a nightmare shook me out of sleep
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