Category: balance
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The cockolding weatherman
At 1 am you come to bed she asks for a weather report you say you don’t care it is raining and that’s good enough for you She gets up to take a pee sits on the edge of your bed listens as a soothing baritone voice says possible severe storms and tornadoes by 4…
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Friday night on house arrest
To avoid dangers that go bump in the night, my clumsy friend, Kristine, suggested we put ourselves on house arrest. I decided to begin digesting books instead of devouring them whole. I resolved to read four poets at a time digesting a poem from one book before I moved to the next book back and…
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Plucking a Qi string
stone disappears pond ripples at precipice sound stands single note looks over edge ready to jump but doesn’t howls at emptiness ripples on pond recede 3-12-20
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Traversing darkness while moving toward light
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I sat with a friend around a fire in our yard We talked of children, the craft of writing, of basketball an ideal job, a feral cat he gave a friend and the one he still feeds on his porch We talked of possums, guinea hens, ticks, raccoons and a hawk that swooped up a…
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The heft of light
I went alone to an art exhibition for a friend On the way home I pondered how art changes who I am Light breaking on horizons and scenes of dusk or darkness draw me in Was it sunset or sunrise? Was the darkness evening or predawn? At 3 a.m. I stand barefoot on the porch…
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Collecting sea shells
on this last day of 2019 be kind to yourself and remember: sixty percent of who you are will slake your thirst wash you clean or drown you if you let it love yourself and the briny sea that laps your feet within you is an ocean with sand shimmering on the shore awaiting the…
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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2708 So. 18th St.
Every morning, he rose from his bed sat at the kitchen table by the window drank coffee with cream and listened to local news on the radio He shoveled snow in winter mowed the lawn in summer and walked the dog three times a day He warmed up the car, took her to the beauty…
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haiku that expresses some of my kinder feelings about hackers:
a pox on hackers may rheumatoid arthritis curl and hurt fingers 10-14-19
My husband's poetry 