Self-Portrait as Wave
Feeling limited, I succumb to surge,
disperse, reassemble, return
in the calming swirl. Nothing
resembles me. I relinquish this piece,
retain that, and reinforced,
reside in the whorl, swollen,
winnowed to a point and capped,
roar and rumble, shredded,
whole yet apart, a solitary
fist crashing through another
watery torso in response, in
resonance, again, again.
“Self-Portrait as Wave” was first published in the inaugural issue of Kissing Dynamite. Many thanks to editor Christine Taylor for taking this piece.

the journey of ~ on & on~
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Yes! It continues…
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more often the older I become…
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I feel this, too.
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I really like your work, as you touch the real parts of life. thank you!
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Nancie, you have made my day! Thank you.
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Niiiiiiice!!
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Thank you,
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I’m teaching 9th graders this year and am wondering if I may teach this piece? I love the sense of wondering and doubt
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Of course, Heather! It would be an honor,
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Exhilarating imagery.
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Thanks very much!
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