chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

now this

found poem: the gate

found poem: to write

found poem: plants

slow day

tortoise by jik

Some days are just slow. Or maybe it’s me — a slow creature caught up in the day’s chaos.
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art by jik, undated
more tortoise

found poem: night

Found poem: long

found poem: Sunlight

found poem: leaking

found poem: hiding

found poem: startling

found poem: words

found poem: precise

found poem: What noise

13 years

DAK announcement cardSo much time. So little time. The date, April 15, not a stab but a gentle shake. The green line of my emotions on the oscilloscope no longer sharp peaks and plummets, but low swells.
Those last 72 hours a play enacted between two phone calls. The first from the assisted living, “Your mother…” and the second, late at night, from the hospital, “Your mother…”
And in between, keeping her company in her silence, trying to decipher the map on this last unplanned journey until the nurses said Go home, get some sleep. I never slept. Howled into the night for her release. Then the call and the drive back through the empty streets and the long walk down empty corridors and into the silent room where the lights were dimmed and Dorothy was there but not there.
And after we had spent some time together in that new stillness, I went home again and sat up for the remainder of the night scanning photos, printing and labeling and stamping the cards that would go in the mail at first light. And after that so many things changed.

found poem: the incredible

found poem: readers

found poem: water

found poem: Because

found poem: Pick

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