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Jonah, again
An ekphrasis of my seven-year-old's art.
Jan 21
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Margaret Ann Silver
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I miss you when you are missing
For my oldest daughter. (I've overthought this title and now the word "missing" has absolutely no meaning and sounds like crazy gibberish.)
Jan 20
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Margaret Ann Silver
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Inventory
I woke up from a nap with this poem on my mind. Sometimes, that's all it takes to press "post."
Jan 17
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Margaret Ann Silver
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The first time she cried for joy
For my middle daughter.
Jan 14
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Margaret Ann Silver
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It’s too much like a flood, this grief
How do we bear it?
Jan 13
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Margaret Ann Silver
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Crime scene
I wrote the bulk of this poem when I was about 41. I'm now 48. Despite HRT and tests and ultrasounds, my period is worse each month. Welcome to my…
Jan 11
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Margaret Ann Silver
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Three figures in dim light
I’m trying to catch up on Substack now that winter break is over, including a third ekphrastic challenge by Melanie Bettinelli of “Singing, each to…
Jan 9
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Margaret Ann Silver
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Grief, New Year's Eve
When you are sad, everything can seem like a sign.
Jan 8
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Margaret Ann Silver
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