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Tina L Porter

Summer’s Lover

Grace, Poetry No Comment

There is a mosquito in my house, devouring my flesh one infinitesimal poke after another Along the hairline that area that is neither cheek nor chin neither scalp nor ear And on the back of my neck and inching down my arm leaving minute hickeys loving me, my body, my blood he cares not for […]

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Tina L Porter

Sweet and Sour Sorrow

Poetry 1 Comment

I licked chocolate pudding off the foil top while Lucinda Williams sang “Little Honey” and the sun faded behind a darkening cloud and the missing you feeling that sits always in some part of me let loose a happy melancholy that matched the taste of chocolate pudding and Lucinda’s sweet and sour sorrow Missing you […]

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Tina L Porter
Tina L Porter

Revolution

Grace, Gratitude, Justice, Poetry No Comment

I carry the revolution wherever I go she’s with me urging me on to choose the good over the simple to choose the many over the one She urges me on in song and prayer and in the big yellow moon in a sky of slate and in the wind of resistance she begs me […]

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Tina L Porter

When I die

Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments

When I die I hope my hands are reaching out touching the face of a beloved, accepting the grace of a loving god, offering peace and love to the world Whether my nails are trimmed, or the skin on my hand resembles shed snakeskin, or if my rings are resting the bedside table It matters […]

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Tina L Porter

94. My Soul

100 days of poetry, Beauty, Poetry No Comment

Partial lyrics of a hymn come to me in the quiet “oh my soul, my soul” I wonder who else is launching that lament into this night’s sky? Syrian orphans? Indigenous Water Protectors? Black mothers? People of faith (or not) made victim of an election cycle designed, it seems, to tear us all from each […]

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Tina L Porter

92. Pad See Ew and You

Family, Grace, Parenting, Poetry No Comment

Thai food is a treat almost as much as seeing you, my love, my baby, my friend. How lovely to look up from my noodles that slap my face and soil my shirt to see you there, looking back at me. Precious, rare, sweet and spicy– pad see ew and you.

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Tina L Porter

62. Between

100 days of poetry, Grace, Poetry No Comment
62. Between

Leaves dot the porch still here and there not yet a blanket from porch to street And the window is open to a softness that is, itself, an opening to an ending and a beginning and all the life we lead between

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Tina L Porter

47. Ancestors

100 days of poetry, Grace, Love, Poetry No Comment
47. Ancestors

You call them ancestors but I can’t help but think of them as ghosts whose only job is to make sure I know I’m connected to something other than the thoughts inside my brain even if it is only the love inside my heart.

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Tina L Porter

43. Some Days the Past

100 days of poetry, Poetry No Comment
43. Some Days the Past

Some days the past comes at you fast and hard like an Indiana rain storm in summer– all lightning and thunder and wind and water everywhere Other times it whispers in like the cat alighting onto the counter where the butter dish lives And before you know it there’s a crash as the dish breaks into […]

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