Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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Pet me
Slow morning a book on a bench in the park friend stops by to record a poem It is good to have friends Last night’s ashes still too warm to throw away maybe, tomorrow Waiting for a phone call If the wind is right I hear semis miles away on interstate a friend walks by…
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for want of a piece of hose
Years ago, I’d ride a stolen bike across campus to the grounds shed, rake leaves in large piles for a truck to gather and carry away, sit in class, leaf mold and debris on jeans and boots, compete with the leisure class for grades, laugh at sorority girls who’d pull at short skirts if I…
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Submission
This morning, I think maybe, I’m avoiding the ebb and flow of acceptance and rejection and maybe, I should submit more or maybe, I’m just lazy or maybe, it’s the definition of submission Seeing myself in print Is like going out on the town hoping someone notices the cut of my hair the style of…
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pillow talk
lying in the dark he said the sun comes and goes she said that is not true it is you who rolls away 10-22-20
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haiku as told by a tree
emptiness allows a stretched string to fill a room a drum to keep beat 10-19-20
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Blue
Neruda and Stevens wrote poems with blue guitars never green or red. Picasso painted a blue guitarist bent, almost broken boney hands on brown guitar. I think I know why they used blue, but I’m not sure. They didn’t explain or ask permission. 10-15-20
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Strange
Strange how I write in daylight about last night Conjure dreams of swimming while seated in a chair Imagine flying with my feet anchored to ground Remember days of our youth walking alone 10-14-20
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Wade in the Water, But Keep Your Matches Dry
Eighteen years old, we sat cross-legged in Arts Terrace grass Smoked pot and spoke of past lives Parents, teachers and preachers who told us what to think She confided that at fourteen she was born again Baptized in a fiberglass church sanctuary River Jordan Congregation watching, a choir ready to sing on cue I told…
My husband's poetry 