holding
i remember a morning when you asked if you could go, too you were soft and i was soft it was softly early long before the midday heat and the breeze was blowing my skirt almost as if i could…
To a Sad Friend
You’re all oystered up, The grain of sand in your tender flesh Turning pain into trauma. (What pearls emerge from irritation! What strength from bitter weakness!) Sweet seed pearl, friend, The shadows from your eyes Arouse my own cruel ghosts.…
Perspective
Some things in life will matter the most While others stay trivial as dust. Be careful in choosing which battles you fight And keep your perspective. Just trust.
The Flower Girl
Unknown days before the wedding Aunt Ann permed her hair, with “Just a little extra tug” to ensure each curl, But a tough ouch for such a small girl. A fragment of an aisle memory (One meticulous petal at a…
Bluebird of Happiness
In ’45 a hit song flew On radio’s magic wing. Indigo airwaves, azure quarks Did “Bluebird of Happiness” bring. With longing heart, an echo lofts Like pure cerulean light. From desire’s transient nest Joy takes a fledgling flight. Climbing, diving,…
Memory’s Embrace
My moth-eaten memory remains, Despite frays, a warm garment. I share some fabrications with my brothers That we hand-me-downed to our baby sister. The clothes make the man (or woman, or child). The designer was a family committee. When we…
Wind Horse Hug
Oh to ride the Santa Ana current Of a deep deep hug That electrifies my cells. Where is my flying wind horse Now masked by social distance? Oh to breathe into a deep deep hug. I wait for wings of…
The Sun Came
The sun came to this bit of Stale frost (an early Easter gift Of songbirds). Without reluctance, the ice began To melt and to flow and to drip wonderfully All over the full earth, The impatient earth, The unborn nations…
Beyonder Things
behold on that day i saw this before my eyes there was darkness all around and it its midst i beheld, in that blackest velvet dark, a pebble as if a raw precious stone like a diamond and behold i…
Knightmare on Maple Street (with thanks to Jack)
NOTE: Once again, tax season is upon us. Before Jack invested in TurboTax, he insisted on calculating and filing our taxes by hand though he hated this heroic if somewhat quixotic quest to conquer the IRS windmills. It’s the only…
