Here’s (not) looking at you kid

A plan hatched, ready to be executed… (might be my fate after this night) Shimmy and pry the window, shut tight. Shhhh, quiet. Push flowerpot aside, then slip through the small crack. Carefully. Don’t break the glass! Slide window and flowerpot back. Feet and spirit ready to run away from confinement and toward fun. I …

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Turquoise, Chili Peppers, and Meow Wolf

A long weekend with Sammi Lee now complete – a weekend that will forever standout as a special memory. I loved finding her at the airport – a tabletop transformed into a productive space; a beautiful woman immersed in a world where she creates. I loved flying with her to a place we'd never been, …

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Candy Apple Red

There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …

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Radish Seeds Buried under Concrete

Peel away the layers white stripes, black tar concrete, steel bars Under the commotion rolling treads, flying rocks choking fumes, forward motion Under the worn highway a lost object not protected by the endangered species act A buried polaroid is fading a vanishing family history an ongoing universal story A home once stood a girl …

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Spinning to the Center

An eight by six-foot mat, free-floating and grey – just enough cushion to protect long muscles and absorb the long day. Spinning to the center of self on squares, snapped together that appear dull and lifeless. Appearances deceive. Grounding grey underneath vibrates, hums, and pulses with passion, sweat, and tears. A dancer ready to spin …

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His last two quarters

An intimate and touching excerpt about adult children making end-of-life decisions just after their father took his final breath. A true story that is both highly personal and widely universal. ................................... “Have you considered what you would like your father to wear to the mortuary?” the hospice social worker, Shawn, asked. My brother, Nick, and …

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Wild One (audio poem)

Wild One - audio poem by Michele Lee Wild One, you have changed. I barely recognize you most days; not even your scent remains the same. I see less and less of your openness and ruggedness. I sense less and less of your earthiness and rowdiness. Your wild nature now tame. Wild One, you once …

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a first Love that Endures

A connection made at the age of seven has sustained and nurtured me, guarded my privacy, given me a voice, captured my tears, helped me reflect and remember, encouraged my imagination and dreams, protected my prayers, listened without judgment, and allowed me to scream and swear. My close confidant has helped me become and sometimes …

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Dreamy Visit, Surprising Gifts

My post is both a true story and a tribute to a woman who left this world too soon, but not without leaving a lasting and loving impression on me, her niece, and on countless others who adored her. Those who have been following my blog since at least July, may remember from my post, …

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Saturday Shorts – The High School Years

As I explained in my first "Saturday Shorts" post, my posts tend to be long poems or short stories, that can take a few minutes to read (or listen to). However, not all lines I write are long; I also scribble short poems during my days. These “shorts” are random thoughts, a few lines here …

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