#writingtorelax

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Grandma’s Stew

Thick,

brown,

hardy.

Three days old. Fats floating in white icebergs.

A little more added each day.

The taste builds

with each scrapping of

white fat & new simmer.

Grandma lives in the aromatic steam,

the stirs with ancient wooden spoon.

Scrape.

Scrape.

Grandmas never

die all the way

with stew blooming on the stove.

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No Revolutionary

They told themselves

They’d find the words

One day.

Sunk deep

They forgot mastery

Was found through

Repeated failure,

Perseverance,

Stubbornness,

A smidge of courage.

Their soul was shallow.

They went along

to get along-

A water off the duck’s back kind-

Just enough to be,

Not enough to do.

No revolutionary here.

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Gnome Nights

Gnomes scatter

leaf litter as

porch lights illuminate

nighttime’s end.

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Book Hoarders

We feared the dragons

not for their ferocious aspect.

Generals quaked

at the vast knowledge

hoarded

to impart over

war.

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Staying Put

I swear

the sky went

haint

the moment you died.

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Because of Mawma Partane

Sometimes worry invades.

Is my nose broken in 3 places

&

I just don’t know.

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Wives & Mothers

Wives & Mothers

How do you become

YOU

when raised

TO BE

a

TOOL?