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Note to Note

Note to Note is a daily exercise in observing, witnessing, taking note of something, someone, some thought. The effort is inspired by the prodigious telephone poems of the great poet Pedro Pietri. I heard him read many of those short and often humorous poems, and saw the great big book he read them from. Yet to be published in full, you can find some of his telephone poems in an anthology of his poetry, Pedro Pietri, Selected Works recently published by City Lights Books. And perhaps one day these notes of mine will find their way in to print, but you can indulge yourself right here, right now, for nothing but your valuable time.

Aren’t We Natural?

Aren’t We Natural?

Do flies ask why corpses stare at sky
while flowers feed on flowing blood?
Greed floods the plain. 
We remain the same, destruction our game; we are the flame
and the ash, food for the fruit tree,
honey from the bee.
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Posted on May 5, 2022May 5, 2022Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags bee, blood, corpse, flame, flowers, fruit, nature 1 Comment
This Mess is undressed: i choke; you joke that i’m repressed. i am free feminine fury a flurry of feeling feeding a flower of fire. What’s your desire?

This Mess


This Mess
is undressed: i choke; you joke
that i’m repressed.
i am free feminine fury 
a flurry of feeling 
feeding a flower of fire.
What’s your desire?
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Posted on May 4, 2022May 4, 2022Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Note to Note, PoetryTags desire, feelings, feminine, fury, mess Leave a comment
Guilty they say she is not Chicken or Egg Rooster doesn’t defend her Snake slaughters her chicks

Guilty

Guilty

they say she is not
Chicken or Egg
Rooster doesn’t defend her
Snake slaughters her chicks
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Posted on April 24, 2022April 24, 2022Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags guilt, guilty Leave a comment
Mother Wanted Mothers have the oldest, bloodiest, riskiest and lowest paid job in the World. We should enjoy tax-free status instead of the institutions that keep us like a guilty secret.

Mother Wanted


Mother Wanted


Mothers have the oldest,
bloodiest, riskiest 
and lowest paid
 job in the World.
We should enjoy 
tax-free status
instead of the institutions
that keep us
like a guilty secret.
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What You Said

What You Said

you want me to steal
what you feel,
open a gap, a trap
for me to fall from grace
my face in your hand.

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April Fool


April Fool

i need someone
to help me
not to
reinvent myself.
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Fathers of Sons

Fathers of Sons
 
they say we take your DNA 
and put  it away when we 
give you a son.

you never leave. 
we absorb you.

it’s not chemistry.
it’s got to do with biology.
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Posted on November 28, 2021November 28, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Love Note, Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags biology, dna Leave a comment

to Truth

to Truth

i never met you.
i didn’t want
to know you.
you live
in an unmarked grave.
i can’t save you now.
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Posted on November 23, 2021November 23, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags lies, rumination, truth Leave a comment

internal-memo

Internal Memo

a reminder to everyone who is receiving this message:
membership in the corporation
requires membership.
associate and honorary members
are required to uphold 
the double standard by any means
until further notice.
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Posted on November 20, 2021November 20, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags Rittenhouse Leave a comment

Love in the Garden

Love in the Garden

me and me are under the tree
k - i - s - s - i - n - g
and eating juicy apples
and laughing
cuz they look like breasts
and they taste sweet
and satisfying.
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Posted on November 19, 2021November 19, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Love Note, Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags love Leave a comment

Smug

Smug

you smother me with your hug.
your smile finds me wanting.
your open hand is a trick.
you’re quick to point away.
you won’t say.
you’ll let it lay
just the way you want it.
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Posted on November 18, 2021November 18, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags rumination Leave a comment

to Time

to Time

you’re not lost.
i probe me
to find you alive,
to robe my children,
so they can thrive.
you won’t wait; i know. 
but you won’t go.
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Posted on November 17, 2021November 17, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags rumination Leave a comment

Bull’s Eye

Bull’s Eye

you miss the mark.
your arrows 
fly indiscriminately.
you are the target.
you forgave 
when no one asked.
you forgot 
when it happened again.
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Posted on November 16, 2021November 16, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags forgive and forget Leave a comment

Duh

Duh

no one will ask.
no one will tell.
no one will touch
your open hand.
there will be
no resolution.
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Perpetuity

Perpetuity

a woman needs a man
for a one-night stand.
anything else she is told
is an old tactic
to make it seem like
it’s the other way around.
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Posted on October 19, 2021October 19, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags freedom, lies Leave a comment

The Mill

the Mill

The threat is the grist
that feeds the grind.
Fear is the wheel
churning the water.
Confusion and disillusion
are the dust in the air.
We get sweets and treats.
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Posted on October 17, 2021October 17, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags confused, fear, freedom, grind, rumination, sweets 1 Comment

School

School

you were striking
they pretended 
not to care
you went back 
to playing the Fool
for nothing
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Posted on October 14, 2021October 14, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags fool, rumination Leave a comment

You Bought It

You Bought It

no refunds.
exchange
your attitude.
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What’s Funny

What’s Funny

if everyone 
laughed
and you too
can you stop
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Undercover

Undercover

the brother ain’t a lover.
his glam and yes ma’am
is a scam for your heart
to play its part on his stage 
keeping watch on his rage.
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Strespassed

Strespassed

the sea has no borders.
waves are above the law.
the aftermath of the storm
becomes the norm.
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Posted on October 8, 2021October 8, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags law, rumination, sea, storm, trauma Leave a comment

miss take

Miss Take

i lost time to the daily grind
of minding my pain
made it rain on childish sunshine
hurt what was all mine to love
fathers nowhere to be found
i am around
the thread that binds
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Posted on October 7, 2021October 7, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags father, love, mother, pain, rumination, thread Leave a comment

Shower Action

Shower Action

i couldn’t discern,
without glasses,
what sort of bug was trying
not to drown,
as i would, 
but falling backward
is what killed it.
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Action

Action

show your face
with the right piece
at the right time
and put it 
in the right place.
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Ruminoting

Ruminoting

i was told what i was told 
thought what i thought
was who i thought i was
did what i did
they were who they were
were who they thought they were
did what they thought they should
did what they thought they could
knew what they thought i should do
what they thought i would do
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Posted on September 30, 2021September 30, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags rumination Leave a comment

What

What

the mirror reflects
a broken sculpture
mended 
with sticky memories.
i see it’s wrong
no, it’s right
no, it’s just light.
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My Grain of…

My Grain Of…

some grist in my brain mill
feels the grind of my mind
calling attention to tension
between what i don’t want
to think i am thinking
and the uncouth Truth.
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Posted on September 28, 2021September 28, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags brain, migraine, mind, rumination, tension, truth Leave a comment

in the Mirror

in the Mirror

my life looks over my shoulder
warns me to be bolder
tells me i’m the holder
of everything and nothing.

i was
i am
i will be
me.
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Posted on September 27, 2021September 27, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags life, mirror, rumination Leave a comment

Fault Line

Fault Line

it’s all mine.
i’ve kept it.
no one else wanted it.
my breasts were too big.
my butt was too wide.
i had a bad attitude.
i chose to respect myself
but it was a mistake.
i had a choice.
i shouldn’t have done that.
it turns out that i didn’t anyway.
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Posted on September 26, 2021September 26, 2021Author Martha CinaderFormat ImageCategories Martha's Blog, Note to Note, PoetryTags bad attitude, breasts, fault, mistake Leave a comment

Pretend

Pretend

tell me you’ll mend me into being.
wear me ’til you soil me.
pour bleach on my blemishes.
wring out my tears.
leave me hanging on the line.
let the wind whip me
and carry my questions away.
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Crazy Brave
it was amazing
Crazy Brave
by Joy Harjo
I loved this book. I picked it up in the Albuquerque airport on my way home after attending my father's funeral. Ms. Harjo speaks eloquently of birth and death in the telling of her story of becoming the fierce poet and musician that she...
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The Albino Album
really liked it
The Albino Album
by Chavisa Woods
This book was very interesting and entertaining. I found myself a little confused in a couple places about who the narrator was, with the story jumping around in time and among characters, but got the gist of it anyway. It is a window in...
tagged: reviewed
The God of Small Things
it was amazing
The God of Small Things
by Arundhati Roy
I heard Arundhati Roy speaking with Amy Goodman once on the radio, and was impressed with her passion and intelligence. Somehow I never got around to reading any of her books until now. I really enjoyed this one. It is great storytelling...
tagged: reviewed
Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood Volume 2
it was amazing
Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood Volume 2
by Merlin Stone
I could never actually say that I finished volume 2 or 1 of Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood, they are the work of the incredible scholarship and imagination of Merlin Stone. These two books together are a never-ending fountain of ideas, ins...
tagged: woman-history and reviewed
Pedro Pietri: Selected Poetry
it was amazing
Pedro Pietri: Selected Poetry
by Pedro Pietri
Dear Pedro, John Dean interrupted my regularly scheduled Sesame Street when you were getting turned on to grass i was watching Vietnam on TV when you met Agent Orange and he stuck to you like glue i didn’t know i just heard it was the wo...
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