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Ectoplasm

The slate gray sky, the air heavy with damp and chill, raindrops fall like a washcloth gently squeezed, they bounce from the crown of my felt hat, and gather in the brim until shaken into the thick soup of their origins.

the thin red thread

The doctor cut the umbilical cord, my mother snipped the thin red thread and left me in the hospital. A scar, zipper stitched; the jagged mirror, no hints; the stunted tree, no leaves. The question echoes, the secret in a distant f ragment of her heart. photo courtesy of Polyvore

Coming home

photo by author On the drive back, I trace the edges of Gilpin- for all the tears, all the anger, all the hands held, all we have shared. As a warm cup of coffee leaves a rim, within that circle is my heart.
                                     to all my poetry followers, thank you so much!                                                                         have a happy holiday and the best 2016!                                                                                           love,                                                                                           Judy

Dispar

Dispar, disparis, adj : disparate ********** Of all the senses, smell holds the most memories. Sitting next to a mother and her son, my nose remembers many kitchens, grease cooling in the frying pan and kerosene warming the air. I ask probing questions about their lives, to evaluate the depth of the problems and the fit with our meager services. Suggestions based on the words themselves and the intangibles, learned in a score plus five, sitting next to a mother and her son. ********** My kindness and generosity, sapped, by boys and girls, who lost their minds, Friday afternoon, the last period of the day. I warned them: their ears did not hear, their eyes did not see. Monday, there will be hell to pay. ********** The poetry rises to the back of my throat. I can taste the words, as they tease their way to the end of my tongue. Pen scratches on paper until they rest on the page.