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Matter

My older son is looking For the quotient, Because he is doing math And it is a problem Of division, And I tell him how the total Number can be divided into Parts And how, sometimes, sometimes There is a … Continue reading

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Structure

My son is sitting At the kitchen table Talking about the textual structures He learned about in school, or how There is description and sequencing Or cause and effect and Problem and solution, And how sometimes they overlap, Overlap on … Continue reading

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Grenade

We are awake Still and Sitting in the dark Of our living room, Talking about it Again, About getting out or staying in, In the military, How we are in the military And I want to get out. And we … Continue reading

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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, Hypodermic and laying, On the side of the road, Dumped there from a trash can Overturned on trash day. Which side, my husband asks me, And he is looking at our bed, … Continue reading

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Hand

I am practicing spelling with my son, Saying the word sever out loud, Letter by letter, joining together, Like bones. And my son is telling me about how, He was playing with his friends and One of them pretended that … Continue reading

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Distance

On my computer there are photographs Of a refugee camp in Kabul, A place where people go When they flee war And become internally displaced, And I am looking at them, The photographs, The people, the camps, huts made out … Continue reading

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Free

Today it is the Fourth of July, And when my son finds me In the hallway, asking why, I tell him about independence And how it means being free. But I already know, how Tonight we will walk down Dark … Continue reading

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