I lost my father in July. Then in August, my husband underwent a high-risk surgery. And then last week, I had surgery to determine whether I have cancer. (It looks like I do not.) Now everything that has always felt certain is entirely up for grabs. We have been so well-loved and supported by friends and family that I am not frantic or filled with dread. In fact, the time feels distilled.
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I shot the pic ten years ago when I saw this unmistakable image in my backyard. Unmistakable, but I have no idea what it is. (I showed it to some students today who are going to use it on their new writing blog, for which I’ll give you the link as soon as it’s up.) What do you think? Anyone you recognize?
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Another poem, discovered as I was packing. Evidently, I had to include certain words, chosen by the audience, hence, “the niceties of samosas and ivory smiles.” What does it all mean?
The Snoqualmie River
You have arrived at the place where the water turns south,
the place where you dispense with the niceties of samosas and ivory smiles.
It is the tertiary question that will hopscotch you to the truth.
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Is not a poem,
so don’t go thinking it is.
Poems are loaded
like peach trees in August
a naked man running.
But this is not one,
so don’t bother analyzing it,
writing exams about it,
or pretending to understand it
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Found a bunch of somewhat-weird poems I’d never typed up. Here’s one. No idea what I was thinking when I wrote it, so have at it:
The day I stumbled into the house you built,
it was a labyrinth—
or Russian dolls,
each growing smaller
until I disappear.
You can get lost in a house like that.
I wonder about the rat.
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