Category: childhood
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Eggs benedict with chorizo on the side
Chilly Mother’s Day, rock and roll elevator music overhead played bad. Traffic on the street honks off beat. Everyone needs a job, and the musician’s union pays well. Honeysuckle in the planter, sparrows scavenge breadcrumbs at my feet, dog dish begs water by a bench while families gather outside a restaurant waiting for a text…
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Listening to the BBC
Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…
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Chewing on clover
In the park, city employees fire up equipment at 6 am. Coffee in hand, you nod at mower and weedwhacker guys; Stop and talk basketball with the blower man, because He’s always looking for an excuse to stop working And you are always looking for someone to talk basketball with Before they go hide from…
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The fighter
This morning, I talked with a cousin fighting For his life with pancreatic cancer in Indiana. Always upbeat, he told me that last week His doctor told him it had spread to his liver and lungs, But they can cut those out and if chemo treatments number 21-24 don’t work, He might get accepted in…
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Of lucky quarters and juju pixies
When they closed the fountain for winter and gathered all the coins in buckets to haul away, did it cancel the wishes and send the pixies to roost with angels until spring? I threw a coin in the fountain once, wishing I would be good until Christmas. Thought I tossed a nickel, but it was…
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childhood revery
windless shade sittingbirds sing in insect choruschildhood revery 6-23-22
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Wallace Stevens revisited
Empire in apocalyptic disrepair The end is near Soggy cone Drips ice cream down arm and chin Mother says, “Silly boy – throw it out, wipe your chin, there’s always more.” 6-26-22
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haiku child revery
in an antique store you open the wardrobe door looking for Aslan 6-27-22
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Why is Floyd pink?
You dreamed about the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and remembered how you wanted to know why Floyd was pink and you thought who cares about the dark side of the moon if you can’t see it and you remembered how you hid dirty clothes under your bed because your mother didn’t want to see…
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wet Wed. haikus
coffee cup in hand umbrella in the other rainy morning walk mother memories wrinkly toes in squishy shoes “Leave the mud outside!” the slow rain falls hard mushrooms will pop tomorrow mint tea in forecast rivulets clean street makes the weeds grow tall and fast I might as well nap 6-29-22
My husband's poetry 