French la Vie

At last my bedroom window is open, the air is warmer and soothes. Red tile roofs, and mountains in the distance… is one of the views I have; the other…

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catching the light holding it reflecting fire flames burn crystal clear you have rendered me speechless, causing my heart to sing A poem for Thursday

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  Being one of the oldest glasses in the house, I thought I should say a few things. First, I am proud of Black Pepper for pouring out his soul…

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"Mommy are you sad?" *Chelsea asked with a very concerned look on her sweet baby face. Graceful as an angel she put her hands on my cheeks and looked carefully…

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Candy box blue ribbon, much older lace, beige ticking that covered an old mattress until I tore it off. French postcard of a girl in blue holding an egg. Spring.…

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Sacha knows I like to squeeze the toothpaste in the middle, I always have. He says, Mommy, I know it is you! I can't help it, the plump spot just…

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the small things of love’s labor sing a song to me, soothing as a lullaby. unattached antique pieces of no importance that contain history fragments, that are tattered, worn, forgotten,…

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They stared into the future their hair turned white she lost her footing he didn’t take her hand she took hold of herself "Why did you wear red pants?" "Why…

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The other day while waiting for a friend I sat down on the step and soaked in the sun. There on the rush-hour street, with the screeching of mopeds, the…

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