Cardinal Directions Once upon a time, at a staff meeting, a colleague boasted (was it a boast?) that she didn’t know her directions. She rolled her eyes as if she was too busy to know such a thing, as if it was below her. I was struck by her pride in not knowing, and struck... Continue Reading →
April Is Poetry Month. Poem A Day Challenge. No. 28 Louder than the Hummingbirds Jill paid a surprise visit last night arriving with Jay, a bottle of wine a pile of poems and a cooling story about a guy from Alaska who couldn't meet her downtown after all. We sat in the twilight of early... Continue Reading →
April is Poetry Month; Poem A Day; No. 25 Let Me Elaborate from early morning journal entries I dream I watch him run in the most beautiful teal silk lingerie. I dream of not pulling out my ChapStick although my lips feel shriveled. Nor do I take a seat when my hip feels pummeled but... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 12 An Ode to My Mom's Scones Not quite a cake, much less investment not nearly as ordinary or typical as toast. Doesn't matter if you do, or if you don't dress it guarantees pleasure for hand, mouth and nose. The Irish claim it, the British take credit, but... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month - Poem a Day - No. 3 My Green Dodge Dart Didn't make me cool I had no envious friends Got to work on time Image by https://www.pinterest.com/pin/544302304938296039/?lp=true, p.s. not really an image of the car I owned.
Poetry Month - Poem a Day - No. 2 The Librarian by the Sea If that gal was a librarian she would live right by the sea she would have all the books and starfish that any old woman could need She would put her ear right up inside the deepest shell on the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month - Poem a Day - No. 1 Pulling Hard to be the Alpha Dog for Patrick He refuses bad knees calloused elbows missing teeth hurries along the rocky trail determined to overtake everyone ahead of us view, what view? There’s leading to do. Until we stop wander a bit off the path pull... Continue Reading →
I'm not much one for make-up. Never have been really except perhaps for those early days of adolescence. When the discovery of blue eyelids and long lashes had a timely empowering factor. I could change how I looked, quite dramatically, or subtly. But I had that power. And I was something. It was that simple. I... Continue Reading →
This Dress It doesn't fit, Mom this dress, your death it's like a net, in satin wrapped around me, I'm trapped in this collar, I flounder I can't get it right it's not my size I wish I was naked and you had your breath. It's a straight jacket in black, I'm crazy like burlap,... Continue Reading →
We stitch together what we can from our lives, avidly trying to make sense of it all. Yesterday's subtle sunset in the west, a simple display of gray swathes with a few thin golden lines, lovely and soft, essential but not memorable. Lo and behold, turn around and that same simple daily decsent has indeed... Continue Reading →
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