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One child in a grave and one in my arms.
Yesterday I visited Adam’s grave. I parked my car, turned the engine off, and spotted the white angel that serves as his marker. When he was buried, I remember how concerned my mother was about the...
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There are angels among us and some of them are human beings. I am lucky to...
From my niece Morgan Landry just now in reply to my plea for cheering up: “You’re a creative genius, and in my personal opinion, the most genius of those in the arts have to pay a price. That price is...
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Into the Ground
Let me explain: Love roots. Love thrives. My father was a widower when he met my mother. He lost his first wife to cancer. Her name was Viola, and she was the mother of his first three children. He...
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“Hands like flushed doves”
Washing my hands this morning, I thought of Noami Vincent, who was like a great aunt to me. She was my grandmother’s neighbor from the time that my grandparents (along with my mother and her siblings)...
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House Dress
I lack modesty in my private quarters. I just feel more comfortable without clothes. I wouldn’t call myself a nudist, but what if, you know? So, what? I think nudism is cool. I should, however, not...
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Wings
We kept chickens and ducks for several years for the fresh eggs, and because it fed my nostalgia for my childhood, which was spent much of the time here at the house where I live now, which was my...
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Prayer Poem for Mother
Mother, the words are coming: grace, strength, devotion, blessed—but these words cannot contain you. You are newborn stars, the very dust of all creation. Now, you are constellations light years away,...
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Sewn
My mother enjoyed sewing. I fondly remember garments that she sewed for me as a child, some quite amusing ones that got me teased by other kids, but which were made with pride and love. Mostly my mom...
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A poem for my husband as we celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary
Our anniversary is August 4th, 2014 and we will celebrate 25 years of marriage. This poem was inspired by music performed at Acadiana Wordlab on June 21st by our dear friend, James Perry (who also...
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Significance
Japanese lithophane cup, like ones in a tea set that I have inherited from my mother. This poem came out of the creative writing work I am doing with women in recovery and/or transitioning from...
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ONE
I have this one life. I am addressing areas that have been neglected and treating myself with love and care, whereas in the past I harmed myself. I have no apologies for reclaiming my energies to...
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BodyLove
This is highly personal and all words are meant with love. My mother was a critic of my body from a very young age. When I was a pre-teen, she bought me a bikini I insisted on getting for a trip to...
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There are angels among us and some of them are human beings. I am lucky to...
From my niece Morgan Landry just now in reply to my plea for cheering up: “You’re a creative genius, and in my personal opinion, the most genius of those in the arts have to pay a price. That price is...
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One child in a grave and one in my arms.
Yesterday I visited Adam’s grave. I parked my car, turned the engine off, and spotted the white angel that serves as his marker. When he was buried, I remember how concerned my mother was about the...
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VOICES IN WINTER—A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
Matthew Hardin Hofferek reading at the Voices Seasonal Reading Series, Feb. 16th, 2013 [Photo courtesy of Tracy Board] So many people have done extraordinary things for me all of my life that the only...
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Wings
I want my ashes spread at Cypremort Point, Louisiana. To me it is a place that I have loved visiting all of my life. I continue to make memories there with my family. As a child, my imagination was...
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Summer Day, 1984
I am pregnant; fifteen years old. I am fishing with my father. The bayou is a darkened mirror. Father stands in the slow-dancing boat and draws back effortlessly to cast the line. Water silvers;...
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Article 6
My contribution to the Facing Feminism: Feminist I Know project.Filed under: Art, Artists, Creativity, Family, Friendship, Health, Life, Poets, Self, The Writing Life, Writers
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Article 5
Louisiana Aesthetic (Reggie Michael Rodrigue) has kindly published a poem I wrote after the Acadiana Wordlab session he led. Thank you, Reggie for your magnanimous words. louisianaesthetic LUBA...
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Ten Years
March 15th, 2004 will mark ten years since my son Adam’s death. As I compose this blog post so many thoughts are in my head. His conception, my struggle with motherhood at 15 years old, learning that...
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