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August 26, 2021Feet
August 25, 2021
This morning feet crossed my mind. Slightly aching feet.
The pandemic has not been kind to my feet–not because I have walked so much more than normal, but because my online shoe shopping has proved less and less successful. (Feet feel trivial, I know, until they’re your feet.)
To tell the truth, my foot problems started before the pandemic. Try the fifth grade, when my feet became size 10.
My feet also, at that time, became officially persona non grata. I did not, in other words, even try to make them feel welcome.
I mean, come on. Even if stores back then carried a nice style in size 10, the style would somehow lose its elan (especially when attached to fifth grade ankles.)
As time passed, my feet only grew stranger. I discovered that they had extra bones; also, that, when combined with my favorite exercise programs, they were prone to bruised metatarsals, pulled tendons, plantar fascitis, bunions, split-skinned heels, the source of knee problems.
Then, at last, I found a shoe that worked. Yes, they made my feet look like hooves. But I could wear them with dresses! And walk miles!
The company quickly went out of business.
Okay, okay, but this was already the age of the internet! I bought up every pair I could find. Six or seven years worth!
That, sadly, was about ten years ago.
Which brings me to the present.
Suffice it to say that I now have enough ill-fitting shoes that I can rotate them over a few days. Which means I can move on to the next bad pair before whatever is wrong with this one becomes incapacitating.
And when I am really really in trouble, I wear some thick red boots that I bought mainly to use around Christmas, but now wear in August. They are not great for walking miles, but…well, we manage. I would not call them ruby slippers, but they do make me feel a little bit witchy, and that can feel just right some times.
Have a good day.
(As always, all rights reserved, 2021.)
Dream Song
October 4, 2019
Dream Song
I dreamed I dreamed in one two three
I dreamed that you were here with me.
Repeating music held us close
its harmonies in measures dosed
as phrases that sang again again
while we seemed to be back then
when you were you and I was me
and we could see, hear, move freely,
when you held me and I held you—
we didn’t know time held us too.
Now all that’s left is time’s tight hold
so close around as I’ve grown old,
I see it as through a magnifier—
blurred, yet lined, a fist, a mire.
You, like the music, just in my head
when I lie upon my bed
in the dark that even enfolds time
sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes.
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Hello! Here’s a poem that I am posting for Kerry O’Connor’s post on Real Toads, with the wonderful picture by McMonster, @mc__monster, below. Pic above is mine. 
Two New Picture Books!
June 16, 2019
I am very pleased to announce the publication of two picture books, written and illustrated by yours truly!
EVEN SINGING WAS THE MOON!–for those who love to sing and read, also a bedtime book.
ABC GOAT–for those who love letters! And cake! And friends!
Please check them out! Review if you can!
What Makes One
April 26, 2019
What Makes One
what makes one begin
after a battle
begin again
after a war
after whatever
razes all
to the ground–
maybe it’s hunger,
or maybe the need to breathe,
to get out, get away,
get the bodies out
of the way–
maybe something in the cells
cries out for water
says get water
guard water
find what water
can be guarded–
or, maybe its the hearing of cries
for water
the not wanting to hear
such cries–
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For my own prompt on Real Toads about rebirthing,, rebooting– The pic is mine; all rights reserved.
What They Want of Us (Certain Lawmakers)
April 6, 2019
by Jason Limberg
What they want of us (Certain Lawmakers)
To reproduce like rabbits.
No, just to be rabbits, pussy soft hares,
mute and cute.
To just shut up and hop to it;
mute and cute.
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Thinking of current assaults on Roe v. Wade and Planned Parenthood in the U.S. (and on women’s rights generally). For Kerry’s prompt on Real Toads; the pic is a wonderful ink drawing by Jason Limberg. .The views expressed here are stricttly my own and have no connection to Jason.
When Thinking Of Scars
April 4, 2019
When Thinking of Scars
I have heard that Buddhists ask
what one should do in a world filled
with sharp stones?
Should we cover the world with
soft leather, so that we might walk
where we will?
Or should we simply cover
our feet?
I tend to wear thickish shoes,
my skin so thin.
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Drafty poem for Sherry”s prompt on Real Toads.
Somewhen
April 3, 2019
Somewhen
Somewhen a car roams,
the shape of my torso already
ghosting its hood;
stairs I will have fallen down
await,
a stream slips around the sometime rocks
in my pockets;
the sea breathes me.
They all speak late at night, sotto voce–
They think that I don’t hear them.
(They know that I hear them.)
(They count upon my hearing them.)
In the cone that is a too-bright light lit late,
the car hood blinks, the stairs shrug,
the stream blushes – the sea too feels sheepish–embarrassed all
by how they need me
to make them into fates–
embarrassed all of them, but not so embarrassed
as to simply let me be.
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Another would-be poem for Sanaa’s prompt on Real Toads about late nights. It is difficult for me to return comments till this weekend, but will.
This Chair Not A Political Hack
April 2, 2019
This Chair Not a Political Hack
The chair contemplated
the bums it had supported, fated, it seemed,
to be rated
bottom rung,
catching what might otherwise fall
between the cracks.
What the chair wished:
to be for once the one who tables
the motion,
who starts a movement with legs,
makes others do its bidding;
not hidden
beneath the suits and toots.
The thing, it thought woodenly:
to take a stand–
But life was not fair
to this chair,
and the chair?
It just sat there,and took it, oh yeah-
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A joke to lift some of the political gloom. I am sorry to be slow returning comments but very grateful for them. This is written for HA prompt on Real Toads to write from the perspective of an object. He quotes a beautiful Wallace Stevens poem, that could not be more different.
Tried to Make a Nest
April 1, 2019
Tried to make a nest
She tried to make a nest upon his chest,
as if by folding into him
she could get him to hold her.
She liked to think of the light there as blue
but it was grey.
The chill of cement
as she walked to him, then bent to look for
a hollow, to fit into
a hollow,
could still be recalled
by her bared feet,
the hard cement beneath
whatever they covered it with.
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Draftish poem for Marian’s prompt on Real Toads about changes in love.
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