Category: Charleston
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The Last Super Moon of the Year of COVID-19
A friend told me last night, she and her husband looked out over the ocean at the last super moon of 2020 She said it would be just as beautiful tonight My wife and I live in an urban forest dotted with houses At moonrise we walked two blocks to a darkened ball field trees…
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Tales of an urban forest
Low hoot echos in trees night hunter warns the forest it is awake silent glide, talon snatch, tearing flesh A raccoon will eat a neighbor’s chickens, kill a cat or dig through your trash. Squirrels swirl and chase disappear when moonlight comes; fear the owl, the possum, the silence of a snake that slithers in…
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Loblolly pine
Dog tree sheds like a Siberian Husky Covers my clothes and shoes Desecrates upholstered lawn furniture Porcupine quill porch and window screens Dog tree leaves pine cones in the yard to step on Roots grow under feet to trip me Dog tree pollen chokes like a dog farting at my feet 3-25-20
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Imagining My Northern Mother as a Southern Girl
tulip trees and camellias flash spring fashion reds and pinks and whites my mother would of loved April and May arriving in February I wonder what she would have decorated her yard with I imagine a magnolia yellow day lilies and something purple like grandpa’s irises that bloomed in May she would have grown vegetables…
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Cayce river walk
In shade of an eddy where you drank children fished for brim and sunfish with a cane pole and a worm every summer you leaned a little more above the river towards the light where no trees stood I would sit at your feet watch spotted newts hide in plain sight and ask you the…
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Dressing for sleep
This morning, I read poem by a poet about the passing of her mother and the washing of her body. When my parents died the funeral home came and got them to prepare for burial It was all prepaid – just like in the ads on TV. The caskets and grave site already chosen. We…
My husband's poetry 