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Valentine’s Day Flowers

an aging actress stares at a photo in a silver frame.
speaks to her husband dead forty years of anniversary roses.
white for truth, red for passion.
all we ever needed, she says.


from "Flowers on Ice (1988)"



iTunes is currently playing: Hearts And Flowers from the album Hearts And Flowers by Joan Armatrading.
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haiku for a rainy day

THE JERSEY SHORE

torrents fall on house.
cats run in all directions
dreaming of L.A.

Kathy Hand
9/13/03

iTunes is currently playing: I Think It's Going To Rain Today from the album Guilty: 30 Years Of Randy Newman (Disc 1) by Randy Newman.

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History Repeating

ON PAGE TWENTY-SIX

(for Nancy Cruzan)

the papers are filled with
talk of war and gasoline,
parched deserts and
banks gone bad.
the woman in missouri
hears none of this,
only the voices of
doctors and nurses,
judges and loved ones
squabbling over quality of life.

like them, i also had to choose.
i wonder still if i chose wisely.

some wait for houdini to return
with tales of the hereafter.
i wait for you to send word
that you concur with the courts,
that you are finally
and gratefully
at peace.

Kathy Hand
12/15/90

(Click here to read about Nancy Cruzan.)

iTunes is currently playing: History Repeating from the album Decksandrumsandrockandroll by Propellerheads & Miss Shirley Bassey.

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SHE CALLS ME RAIN

i play tennis dressed in black
and knit sweaters of steel wool.
a twisted rag lying in the
street is a maimed dog.
its cries follow me home
drowning out teakettles and
saxophones.

she hoped for babies and tulips.
i am stray cats and
tumbleweed.

12/8/87
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THE VALUE OF A COLLEGE EDUCATION

two nights a week
the Marxist teacher
serves dinner to the homeless
who sleep on his beach,
grateful for his daughter,
his home near the ocean,
and the job he loves.
Mondays and Wednesdays
he drives to the University,
lectures on Melville and
dabbles in campus politics.
the student in the
front row envies his life.
his centeredness.

afternoons she sits on
a concrete bench.
he eats a sandwich
and asks about her classes.
the student leans forward,
brushes away a leaf that has fallen
into the teacher's beard,
aware of the energy
radiating into her
fingertips.

she wants to bury her hands
in the stiff hair
allowing his energy to
flow into her extremities,
convinced that his magic
is stronger than
any sorcerer's

that as long as she holds on
to the teacher's beard
wholeness will be
hers.

2/21/88
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MUSIC AND MOSS THREAD

I want to live
in the forest
build a doll house
cedar chalet
surrounded by tulips
and fireflies
crochet blankets
the color of coffee
and emeralds
lick marshmallow
creme from a spoon
and teach rabbits
how to read.

When my forest becomes
black and cold and
wet I will slip
into a field and
kneel in the grass
rinse my hair in
rainwater
and
drizzle
aloe vera
on my shoulders.

When I die they
will bury me
in the moonlight
dig a grave in
a strawberry patch
and lower me
as Billie warns
. . . don't say a word
don't break the spell . . .

9/19/87
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