Best Operational Poems

What would be the point, in this first winter snow, of going
back to several of the women whose bodies I have known
and wondering what they thought about all these intervening
years. Inevitably it is their children, illnesses and death.
Their art, their work, community. How their words
enter...

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Because I wear love on my sleeves
Blame and shame hunt down the claim
I inject and subject into red rose leaves
Trying hard to rekindle the love flame

For which I long
Each time Cupid’s arrows hit bull’s eye
Whether my move feels right or wrong
As with bated breath she...

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