Most of All

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Audry Hepburn

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He’s got it right, the friend who wrote
about a woman wearing a man’s shirt,
the way she can pull his scent to her
and feel his arms around her again.
I think a man likes to see a woman
dressed in his shirt: the sleeves
dangling and the buttons and holes
that go together backwards, the stupid
grin on his face when she tells him
she’s going to pee, and he asks to watch.
She wraps the shirt more tightly
tries to fit her body into every
stitch and seam. She likes the way
the shirt holds her, so soft and so manlike:
that, and the sigh of his breath
in every thread, Yes, that most of all.

Karla Huston, Wisconsin poet

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Shadow Cookies

Black night, sliver of moon making
no promise.
The small sliver, barely noticed by humans sheltered in their homes. If it seeps into their field of vision, they may glance from their heated hibernation.
Tell a stranger on the street to look up at the moon and they will curl a perplexed, patronizing brow for your unsolicited order. For the moon misses nothing, and holds it’s secrets tight.

Others are more than mere gawkers. They brave the cold to make a visit to the moon. Even when it appears the moon has turned it’s back. They intrude, not allowing for withdrawal
and silence.
They love, no matter if the object of their love is constantly changing. And they get little in return. And are often ignored and pushed away. Their egoless selves keep coming back.

And then, out of the darkness,
a crescendo of light flows back into
the empty sphere.
With each day, pieces of shadowed crevices are bathed in a silver glow.

The full moon, the ‘grande dame’ receives the highest of praises.
Bright, fearless and unflappable;
the delusion of perfection.
Seeing the earth below and
Shedding light onto remote
sacred spaces.
To continue on, to surrender control,
recognizing its weightless suspension in space as an opportunity to explore.

– Anne Koplin

Hula Hoops

Hula Hoops by Chuck Rogers

Why in the world would anyone posting their first post on their first blog write about Hula Hoops?

Because hula hoops are a metaphor. They represent what I write about in this blog.

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Inspiration

1*ngSya_x-boD9SlUupI0-kA“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.”

Nibo Qubein

 

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