Approaching Storm

Poetry Month. Poem A Day. No. 26      for the girls from decades ago As quiet as snow you arrive at my pillow frightened by the storms that jolt your elbows, that won't release you, they cloud your little girl soul My breath drapes you sill to ceiling back to infancy late night feedings... Continue Reading →

Let Me Elaborate

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 →

Readying for Next

April is Poetry Month, poem a day, No. 24 Readying for Next The summer swing still leans like an old man with a crooked back certain that with a little adjustment he could rock and soothe a child or lover. The fence remains in ill repair planks pop with the dog’s jump the snow, or... Continue Reading →

The Poet and the Pilot

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 23 The Poet and the Pilot       a sonnet for Richard V I cannot talk myself out of loving you, no matter how hard I try, and I do. You say, between kisses and games of cribbage, “An unlikely pairing;” I think “Kismet.” You argue straight-faced with... Continue Reading →

Torture, Cancer, Betrayal, and Flight, Four Poems

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Poem Nos 18, 19, 20, and 21 Scavenger’s Daughter Their marriage was like a scavenger’s daughter, each day the pressure greater, doubling her heartache. She was broken, her ears bled. He said he’d let up. It was just that he hated his boss, job, dog, car, kids, the mayor. As... Continue Reading →

The Twelfth Fret

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 17 The Twelfth Fret for Sandra The bridge was wide enough only for one dog and me, it crosses an arroyo chiseled out of the red earth like a wound needing sutures and waiting for the flood. “D’ya see those concrete blocks?” a hiker asked waiting for me to... Continue Reading →

Spring Is

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 16 Spring Is Butterflies as big as my hand Lilacs enough for the neighborhood Yellow sheets twisted around the clothesline Horny cormorants showing off at the lagoon A brass fish hook wedged in between paw pads Four skinny calves following mum across the pasture Waking up early to light... Continue Reading →

A Threefer*

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Nos. 13, 14, 15 Mockingbird Noisy old girl alone with your songs sitting in a rocking chair on a starry night whistling on a branch jabbering like an old girlfriend carrying on and on in conversations nobody really listens to you maybe the moon or me staying up past my... Continue Reading →

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